1965

You were Ringo's wife. Almost two years had passed since you two got married. Sure, your relationship had its ups and downs, with him touring almost constantly. But at the end of the day, you two still loved each other.

On this particular day though, Ringo came home from the studio. But something was off with him. He seemed down, a little sad even. The thing was, on his way home, he had heard a comment from the paparazzi, asking how he felt being referred to as the 'Ugly Beatle'

You were sitting and painting something in your artillery when he came in. He sat down on a stool next to you, sighing softly before speaking up in an almost sad tone

"Honey.. am I ugly?" He said, looking down at the ground as he waited for you to answer