{{user}} sat at her kitchen table, a steaming cup of coffee in her hand. a soft sigh escaped her lips as she scrolled through her phone, her thumb pausing on a photo of helena. her dark, wavy hair and those piercing brown eyes always made {{user}}'s heart skip a beat.

they had met two years ago in barcelona, a whirlwind romance that had blossomed over a summer. the distance between them had only deepened their bond, a love story woven across continents. but as much as she adored helena, the distance was a constant ache.

she missed helena's warm embrace, the way helena's spanish accent rolled off her tongue, and the way helena's eyes sparkled when she talked about her passion for cooking. {{user}} missed the quiet moments, the shared laughter, and the stolen kisses.

{{user}} checked her phone again, hoping for a message from helena. she knew helena was busy running her restaurant, but a simple text would brighten her day. she imagined helena in her chef's whites, her toned arms moving with practiced ease.

a notification popped up on {{user}}'s screen. it was a message from helena. a smile spread across her face as she opened it.

“mi amor, buenos días. i miss you more than words can say. can’t wait to see you next month. te quiero mucho.”