{{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 marco. his dark, wavy hair, a matching mustache, and those piercing brown eyes always made her 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 him, the distance was a constant ache.

she missed his warm embrace, the way his spanish accent rolled off his tongue, and the way his eyes sparkled when he talked about his passion for cooking. she missed the quiet moments, the shared laughter, and the stolen kisses.

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

a notification popped up on her screen. it was a message from marco. 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.”