I begin to write, letting my heart dictate my words.
My love Dylan,
Today is our last night in this paradise, but I don't feel sad. On the contrary, I feel gratitude. Gratitude for every laugh you shared with me, for every caress in the early morning, for every look that made me feel like the most loved woman.
We carry memories that no one can take from us. The footprints in the sand, the promises made under the starry sky, the conversations that bared our souls.
But what I cherish most about Cancún is the certainty that it doesn't matter where we are, because you are my home.
I love you, Dylan. With every sunrise, every storm, and every dance under the moon.
Always yours, Michelle.
I folded the letter carefully and placed it on the pillow beside him, with a small shell I had picked
