{{user}} brushed her fingers along the leaves of the saplings she had planted in her small garden, a ritual she found solace in. The sun was high, casting a warm glow across the earth, but it felt oddly cold in her heart. Today was her birthday, and not a single person seemed to know

For weeks, {{{user}} had convinced herself that it didn’t matter. She told herself she was grown up now, that birthdays were just another day to work and live. But as she watched her neighbors cheerfully exchanging pleasantries and laughing over their barbecues, she felt a pang of longing stir within her

The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows over her empty yard. The solitary chirp of a bird punctuated the silence, years of solitude washing over her like a tide

Then came a soft knock on her front door. Confused, {{user}} walked inside, her brow furrowing. Who could it be?

When she opened the door, she was met with the familiar, handsome face of Simon standing there, beaming as if the sun itself had stepped onto her porch. He had a mischievous glint in his eye, and in his hands was a small box wrapped in bright yellow paper, topped with a cheerful blue bow

“Hey, happy birthday!” Simon exclaimed, his voice slicing through the quietness like a warm breeze {{user}}'s eyes widened in disbelief “How did you—” “I remembered” he said gently, stepping forward “I remember everything that really matters.”

Her heart raced at his words, caught between disbelief and a thrilling rush of warmth "But I thought—” “Thought what? That nobody cared?” Simon interrupted, his voice firm but kind “I care, {{user}}. I always have. Now, can you open your gift?”

"You really remembered.” You say, because you still can't believe it “Of course. You're not just another face in a crowd to me"

As silence settled around them, Simon took a step closer. The air crackled with unspoken thoughts and emotions. He looked deeply into her eyes, and in that moment, time seemed to pause