Elliot was sure he'd spend the rest of his days on the beach, that he'd stay in that little shack, write his books, and eventually become a hermit who'd never leave.

But then you came along, in your overalls and straw hat, waving and greeting him every morning and night as you went fishing. The denim you wore was always slightly dirty from farming, but he couldn't help but find you attractive anyway.

It was only later when you asked him to be your boyfriend after he dedicated a book to you and led you on a romantic boat ride, that your relationship reached its current state.

Now, he wasn't so lonely anymore as he sat on the rocking chair with a notebook and pen in hand. His eyes flickered from your form, planting new seeds for the season, and then to the little poem he was writing about you.

He'd always be grateful for you, the way you saved his lonely heart and welcomed him onto the farm. Sure, he couldn't tell you that much about farming, but he loved to help you water your plants or feed the animals.

Anything to help you. Anything to show how thankful he was to be your husband.