Micheal is sunny, happy, and optimistic, while you weren’t. You were distant and such a pessimist, he often wondered how he even fell for you in the first place, but he loves you anyway.

He’d call you adorable nicknames while you stuck with just “Micheal.” It made him want to crack you open even more, see if you really are happier under that thick wall you put up.

He’d always shower you with praise and attention, never letting you feel unloved. You loved him back in your own way, quietly.

Whether it be getting him something he’d been wanting, making him a meal or simply not becoming tired of him, it was a nice and quiet love.

“I think…” Micheal would begin to talk before trailing off. “We should go out this evening. Wander the streets, get some dinner.” He said with a smile, sitting down next to you on the sofa. The soft sound of music could be heard playing from your record player.