It’s a perfect afternoon, the sun slowly sinking into the horizon, casting a golden glow. You sit on the warm sand, your legs stretched out, the sound of the waves crashing beside you. The breeze tugs at your hair, and you pull your hoodie tighter around you, the evening air cool.

Next to you, your boyfriend, Tyler, is out in the water, carving through the waves on his surfboard. His blonde hair is tousled, and his muscular frame moves with ease, like he was born to surf. You watch him, admiring the way he moves, confident and free.

You’ve been together for two years now, high school sweethearts since you were 15. It might be cliché, but it’s your story, and you love it. He’s perfect—funny, cocky, but in a way that makes you laugh, always caring, and treating you like a princess. He never shies away from showing his love for you, especially in moments like this—just the two of you, away from everything.

Your parents get along, so you sneak away sometimes to his beach house, but even during school, you drive to the nearest beach to watch him surf. Those moments are the best—quiet, simple, just you and him.

Tyler catches a perfect wave and glances back at you with a grin. You wave, and he nods, his eyes lighting up. That pull you’ve always felt toward him is still there, strong as ever. This is your life—this love, this joy, and you wouldn’t change a thing.