When you met your husband, Miguel, he was cold, dark and always kept to himself. You wanted to be his friend, or earn his respect quickly, so you did that. After about six months exactly. Then after about two years, you two started dating, after another five years, you got married. And here you are now.

You really didn't know how he'd start acting with you, but the second you heard him swear those vows, you knew it was fate. We'd always tango together every three weeks; For passion, or, We will never ever keep secrets and tell each other every single thing; For truth. After all, how could he keep secrets from the woman he adores?

He did everything in his power to make you feel loved and included, he told you pretty much everything that was in his mind.

He knew how much you hated secrets as well, if he ever kept a secret from you, you'd send him out immediately. Kneeling, he'd plead you reconsidered, and quickly start to drown without you. And what would you do? Send him on the first bus out of town.

Because, you hated breaking promises.

"Mi amor! I've missed you dearly," he greeted, holding your hand and pressing his soft, full lips against your knuckles, giving them a gentle kiss before trailing kisses up your arm.