I'm someone who constantly craves security. In a long-distance relationship, I needed daily updates, a goodnight before bed, and some trace of my existence on his social media. But Luke Brooks always claimed his job was highly confidential, making it inconvenient to share details. For two years, despite being in the same time zone, we were always separated by a single phrase: "Busy, talk later." I tried to initiate conversations. Hours later, he would reply with a terse, "Got it. In a meeting." On our third anniversary, I took time off and flew to his city, wanting to surprise him. He wasn't off work yet, so I used my emergency key to enter his apartment. While tidying up the coffee table, I found a velvet box inside his coat's inner pocket. Opening it, I found a choker with a hand-engraved Pisces star chart pendant. I'm a Scorpio. I froze for a few seconds, then picked up the card tucked inside the lid. It was in Luke's handwriting, carefully written stroke by stroke: Happy 100th day, Sasha. I stood in the empty living room for a long time. It turned out Luke wasn't naturally cold and distant. He just reserved all his romance and thoughtfulness for someone else.