Daniel was thoughtful in ways that mattered to me.
He remembered the little things I mentioned in passing. He knew how I liked my coffee, which songs could lift my mood after a difficult day, and how I preferred to sit beside the window whenever we went to a restaurant.
He was not a man who made grand promises every day. Instead, he usually showed his affection through small gestures.
That was why I had never expected anything extravagant for Valentine’s Day.
A quiet dinner, a thoughtful card, and an evening together would have been enough for me.
I had no idea that Daniel had been preparing a surprise that would change the way I imagined our future.
That evening, I returned to our apartment later than usual. I had spent most of the afternoon helping a colleague with an urgent task, and by the time I arrived home, I was tired and eager to relax.
