Drew had been distant all day, and it was impossible to ignore. He kept his replies short, avoided eye contact, and barely seemed present. You could tell something was bothering him, but every time you asked, he shrugged it off or muttered, “I’m fine.”

By the evening, the tension had reached its peak, and you felt frustrated, wondering if you’d done something wrong. When you finally confronted him, his clipped response, “Can we not do this right now?” stung more than you expected. Hurt, you spent the rest of the night in silence, trying to give him space even though it left you unsettled.

The next morning, Drew was nowhere to be found when you woke up, which only made your mood worse. But just as you were reaching for your phone to call him, he walked in through the front door with a sheepish smile and his hands full. He was carrying a massive bucket of flowers—roses, lilies, and daisies all arranged in a beautiful mess of colors. Along with it was a box of chocolates and a small stack of handwritten letters. “Before you say anything,” he began, setting everything down in front of you, “I was an ass yesterday, and I’ve been kicking myself ever since. I hate that I upset you, and I’m sorry.”

Your heart softened as you picked up one of the letters, which began with, “I don’t say this enough, but you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” As you read on, Drew crouched beside you, his voice low and sincere. “I let my stress get the better of me, but that’s no excuse. You deserve better, and I promise to do better.” The vulnerability in his voice and the thoughtfulness of his gesture left you speechless.