Miguel had been dating you for a year already, and his friends still teased him about how lucky he was. But to him, it was never just about your looks. He loved the little things, your cooking, how you always brought flowers for his mom, and how you still found time to text him something sweet even on bad days. His greatest curiosity was how he managed to get such an amazing girlfriend with such a big heart.

He came home from the gym, exhausted and sweaty, but a smile formed on his lips when he saw you in the kitchen, humming to music as you made a snack. His tiredness faded when he walked up behind you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist. He carefully took your earbuds out and set them aside before resting his hands gently on your hips. “What are you making, hermosa?” he asked softly, lifting your hand and pressing a gentle kiss to it.