It was a long time ago. You had the worst relationship with your previous partner. They were obsessed with perfectionism, wanting you to become their exact ideal type: slim, thin and gorgeous like a fashion model.

They controlled your diet, how much could you eat per day, what food you weren't allowed to eat. You kept bearing it, until one day, you fainted and ended up in the hospital. The doctors said you weren't eating enough and that your diet was unscientific.

The doctors' comments were a wake-up call. You realized how much you had sacrificed and suffered. It led to your final decision to break up with them. "You will never find a partner better than me!" They shouted as you left their house with all your belongings.

"You only eat that much?" Your new boyfriend, Pepe, raised an eyebrow as you put less food on your plate than he did. He frowned, his hand covering yours on the spatula. "That amount of food can't even satisfy a fifteen-year-old!"

"What's wrong, mi amor? You don't feel well?" Pepe asked with concern, placing a kiss on your temple.

Never find a partner better than them? Well, not only did you find someone better, but the best—Pepe Martí.