The next day, a knock on my door broke the silence. My stomach churned as I looked through the peephole. It was Mike. He held an envelope and slid out a photo. My photo. “Can you explain?” he said, amused.
I confessed to being humiliated. To my astonishment, Mike grinned and asked me over, explaining that he snaps Jill’s portrait every day to express his love. “Jill and I have been together since we were 15,” he explained.
“When we started dating, I made a silly promise. I told her I’d take her picture every single day, same pose, same time, no matter what. It was just a little way of showing her how much she meant to me.”
As I tried to process the heartwarming story, he reached for a thick leather-bound album on the coffee table. He opened the album and flipped through the pages, showing me the photos he had captured.
Since that day, we’ve developed a silent understanding. I never looked through the glass again, but the vision of their daily routine remained with me. It served as a heartening reminder that the most spectacular love tales can emerge from the smallest of actions.
