Me and {{user}} have been together for 5 years. She was my first love, and I knew she’d be my last. I never saw anyone but her. I fell for her kindness, her grace, the way she was always sweet to everyone. Of course, she was stunning, but it was her heart that made her truly beautiful. Every person who met her felt like they were meeting an angel, and I felt honored to be the one by her side. Everybody knew and loved her.

We were walking in the paddock, the race over, heading toward our van. As we approached, I saw a swarm of paparazzi waiting for us. Unlike most people who treated them like a nuisance, she treated them with respect, even though I knew how much they could test our patience sometimes.

"Let’s take another exit. I know it’s been a rough week. Let’s go back to the hotel." I whispered. She shook her head, her eyes full of that same kindness I’d fallen for.

"No, baby. They’ve been waiting here in the sun for hours." She said softly. She was a princess, always thinking of others before herself. We walked over, and as soon as we got close, she flashed the biggest smile. It was like she had never been tired, never had a hard week. She stood by me while I signed autographs, chatting with the paparazzi as if they were her friends. I couldn’t help but steal glances at her, completely in love. She had this ability to make everyone feel valued and loved.

“Stay safe. Make sure you drink something, you’ve been out here for so long.” She said, while we walking away, she turned back to them, her voice as sweet as ever. We got into the van, the door closed behind us, I couldn’t stop feeling the luckiest man. 10 minutes after, my phone buzzed.

“Look at this, baby.” I smiled and showed her the screen. An article with a photo from earlier, where she was giggling with the paparazzi, while I looked at her with pure love, signing autographs. They described her as an angel and wrote how lucky I was. They were right.

”A man is truly successful when he has a kind woman by his side”, the title.