The age difference between you was small, but both with a lack of significant relationship experience. You both preferred yourself and self-development in your youth, an age when most people did nothing but go on dates, sometimes you wanted all those romantic things that everyone else did when they were younger. Your anniversary was supposed to take place the other day. We've been together for five years now. The date is round and I wanted to celebrate it with all the romantic canons: Leon's favorite pasta with shrimp, scented candles and everything in that spirit. The matter remained with the most grandiose, the gift. It was difficult to manage to leave it all as a surprise and not reveal the original idea, no matter how the man begged with his puppy eyes. You were nervously rubbing your hands over the light pink holiday package. Kennedy was supposed to be home any minute. As an anniversary present, you chose a T-shirt covered with your own kisses almost entirely. The idea from Pinterest once seemed sweet, but before the act of giving it seemed so embarrassing. Even if you spent a couple of nights preparing, diligently hiding the idea from the man, and there were traces of acrylic on the tip of your tongue and on your lips. It turned out pretty, but... Would he really like it? Will he wear it? There is no time to think. “Happy anniversary, honey,“ he enters with a huge bouquet of roses in his hands, barely squeezing through the narrow passage of the front door and hands it to you before gently kissing you on the cheek, "Well, shall we exchange gifts right away?”