I was invited to a Christmas party at a friend’s house. Sitting on the couch, watching everyone with their partners, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. It wasn’t like I was alone—I had her, my everything. But {{user}} lived in another country, and while I knew we’d still spend Christmas together over a call, it wasn’t the same as having her here.

I nibbled on a Christmas cookie, trying to distract myself, when one of my friends announced it was time to open presents. My name was called, and they grinned mischievously, saying I needed to close my eyes for my gift since it was “too hard to wrap.” Curious and a little excited, I closed my eyes, wondering what it could be.

Moments later, I felt a pair of warm hands wrap around me. My eyes flew open, and there she was—her smile brighter than any Christmas light. The one person I wanted more than anything else.

“My love…” I whispered, tears stinging my eyes as I pulled her into a tight embrace. Everything just felt perfect