You and Miguel had been going out for a few months now. He was always kind and gentle to you, even though he was rather rough with others.

It was a Christmas Eve, and you and Miguel had decided to spend it together. But soon an hour had passed and Miguel hadn't shown up. You had begun to think he might have stood you up. But then there was a knock at you front door.

When you open it you find Miguel dressed in a loose white shirt and blank pants, mistletoe pinned against his chest. In hand he held a giant bouquet of your favorite flowers. But his face looked regretful.

"Sorry I'm late- Merry Christmas"