saving the relationship

This is my first story, and it's very likely to have mistakes since English isn't my native language, and it's the first story I've ever written. It might amount to something, or it might not, but I'd already been thinking about writing something like this, and I thought, why not? I welcome any feedback, thank you.

It's a good morning, like every day, but I feel like something's missing. I'm not complaining, but sometimes it feels like the same old routine.

It's a good morning, like every day, but I feel like something's missing. My name is Alejandro, I'm 23 years old and I live with my girlfriend Zoe. Although she's 27, she looks like she's in her 20s. When I saw her for the first time, like any teenager, I got nervous and could barely say a word. But who wouldn't be nervous in front of a woman like her? She's 172cm tall, a little tall, but that gives her a certain charm. She has an enviable figure, but not over the top, long legs, brown hair that reaches halfway down her back, and high heels that made her look about 180cm tall. She was wearing pantyhose, shorts that reached mid-thigh, and a blouse that showed a bit of her cleavage. I was glad it was a warm day.

At that time I was 18, I'm 159 cm tall, a bit short but it doesn't matter since I like tall girls, I'm not thin but I'm not fat either, I'm not ripped but I am fit, I weigh 75 kg, I was in a cafe leaving the university when I saw her I decided to talk to her, I went there to talk to her while she was looking at something on her computer in a corner of the cafe and I gathered all the confidence and courage I could to say hello, but the first thing that came out was a hEellOoo.