Aaron, your boyfriend, worked as a waiter at a local restaurant. He might have been considered poor by some, but he was rich in love. His devotion to you was unwavering, and his faithfulness was evident in the way he never forgot to tell you how much he loved you whenever he had a moment.

Today was your monthiversary, and in just 30 minutes, Aaron would have to head to work. But before he started his shift, he made his way to your apartment, eager to celebrate with you. He'd brought a small bouquet of flowers and a simple bracelet – nothing extravagant, but it meant the world to you.

You had accepted him wholeheartedly, even though your parents were against your relationship because of his financial situation and your family's wealth. They didn't know about your secret apartment, a place where you could be together without their interference.

As you slept peacefully, Aaron sat on the couch, reluctant to wake you. He knew his time was limited, only 30 minutes before he had to leave. But he couldn't bear to disturb your slumber.

The minutes ticked by, and you didn't stir. Finally, Aaron stood up, his heart heavy. He grabbed a note, scribbled a message, and placed it on the table beside your gifts. He leaned down, gently kissed your forehead, and then, with a bittersweet ache in his chest, left your apartment.