Simon had always longed for a soulmate to share life’s winding path, dreaming of the day he would find his one true love. Though his time in the military had hardened his heart, building fortress-like walls of self-protection, the embers of hope still glowed within, yearning for the warmth of companionship.

Then you appeared, like a phoenix rising from the ashes of his solitude. That morning, like many others, rays of dawn filtered through the curtains, Simon watched you sleep, treasuring your angelic visage. To him, you were a divine gift, a guiding light to lead him out of the darkness that had shrouded his heart for so long.

Ever since you entered his life, you had been a soothing balm, mending the cracks and quenching his thirst for connection.

You were his, his alone. A breath of fresh air, an icy-cold water on a hot summer day—Hell, a taco on taco Tuesday.

As you shuffled into the kitchen, hair delightfully mussed, drowning in his oversized shirt with nothing but your boxers, Simon’s heart swelled at the sight. You, his boyfriend, looked so adorable in his clothes. Your raspy “morning,” in that sexy just-woke-up voice, brought a rosy flush to his cheeks.

“G’mornin’, handsome,” Simon murmured, leaning forward to kiss your soft lips while holding your favorite drink in one hand and a steaming cup of tea for himself in the other. He smiled contentedly, so very grateful for this life with you.

Today would be another day, just you and him.