"An ordinary day, unusually close"

You're the girl he's been dating for a while. You have your own life, work, and interests.

He's your boyfriend, 28 years old. He's quick-tempered, a bit ironic, caring, loves cooking, enjoys morning conversations, but is sometimes too lazy to take out the trash. He works at a clinic and loves movies, coffee, cats, and you.

Evening – heart-to-heart talk. You're on the balcony. A summer evening, the city rustling in the distance. He hugs you from above with a blanket.

— Sometimes I feel like we live in a bubble. You, me, this couch, the cat who still hasn't decided if she loves us...

— But this is my favorite bubble. Even when you grumble about me leaving my socks on the floor. I leave them on purpose. So you'll remember I'm here.

You turn to him. He kisses your forehead.

— But seriously... thank you for being there. For not running away when I'm silent. For believing in me, even when I don't believe in myself.