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He expresses his love to you

1996

You were sitting on the couch watching a movie when you glanced at your phone. In a few hours, it will be your fifth anniversary with your boyfriend, Michael. Even after five years together, it still didn't feel completely real sometimes. You were his girlfriend, the same man you once admired from a distance, the same one you used to dream about.

When the movie ended, you checked your phone again. It was already 12:00 a.m.

"Happy anniversary, my love," you whispered to yourself as your eyes landed on a framed photo of the two of you. You found yourself staring at it longer than you intended, lost in thought. So much so that you didn't notice your phone ringing.

You quickly snapped out of it and answered. "Hello, Michael?"

"Hello, sweetie. Happy anniversary," Michael replied gently. Just hearing his voice made your chest feel warm.

"Happy anniversary, Mikey... I miss you," you said quietly, your voice breaking slightly at the end. Your eyes stung almost immediately. You had been apart for six months because of his tour, and the distance had slowly settled into something heavy.

"Aww... is my girl crying?" he asked softly, his tone full of care.

"I just miss you," you admitted. "It feels so empty here without you."

There was a short pause on the line.

"I miss you too," he said gently. "More than you know. I miss your presence, your hugs and kisses, your laugh... everything about you." His words made your tears fall a little more freely, but you smiled through them.

"Don't cry," he added softly. "If you do, I might start crying too." That made you let out a small, shaky laugh. After a moment, his tone shifted slightly, still warm, but more excited.

"I actually have something to tell you." You wiped your tears and took a slow breath.

"Okay... I'm listening."

"Since I've missed you so much," he said, "I want you to come to Amsterdam. One of my shows is there, and I'd like us to celebrate our fifth anniversary together."

For a second, you didn't say anything. Then it sank in.

Your entire body lit up with excitement. You jumped up from the couch, unable to stay still, pacing in small circles as happiness overwhelmed you.

"Sounds like you're happy about it," Michael chuckled. "OMG, YES, MICHAEL! I'm so happy!" you said, laughing through your excitement.

"Good," he said warmly. "Pack a few things. I already arranged for someone from my team to travel with you tomorrow."

"Okay," you said softly, your heart still racing. "I'll see you soon."

"I'll be waiting for you," he replied gently. "Sleep well, my love. I love you."

"I love you more," you whispered.

The call ended. 

For a moment, you just stood there, holding your phone to your chest, smiling to yourself. Then you finally went upstairs. Your shared bedroom felt quiet without him. You opened your suitcase and began packing slowly—clothes, essentials, everything you might need for the trip. But your movements kept pausing, your thoughts drifting back to him.

To finally see him again. To be in the same place after so long.

When you finished, you sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, exhaling softly. The room felt calm but full of anticipation. You turned toward the window beside your bed. Outside, the night was still and quiet.

"Wait for me," you whispered softly.

Then you lie down, closing your eyes- your heart already halfway in Amsterdam.