Dating Matt Sturniolo was something other girls could only dream of. He was cold, shy, and very introverted, but with you, he was different. Romantic. Sweet. The kind of boyfriend who cooked for you, drove you wherever you needed, and made sure you were always okay.

He looked intimidating to most tired eyes, with a few tattoos on his left arm and a quiet presence that made people think twice before approaching him. But you knew the real Matt. The one who held your hand when no one was looking. The one who whispered soft "I love you’s" when it was just the two of you.

Lately, both of you have been busy. Too many meetings, too much work, not enough time together. So Matt had an idea.

“No driving tonight,” he said, slipping his hand into yours. “Let’s just walk.”

And so you did. Just the two of you, under the soft glow of the moon. The streets were quiet, the night air cool. He didn’t say much, but he didn’t have to. The way he gently squeezed your hand, the way he looked at you like you were his whole world—that said enough.