On days like these, he paid extra attention to you. He was just as exhausted, dark circles under his eyes that looked identical to yours. You were both tired from working late eyes and having almost no affection each night.

There was never time to spend together, both of you workaholics and needing something as a distraction from the increasing distantness in the marriage. He still loved you just as much but his heart yearned for you.

You hoped to get time with him but just like every other day, you could only murmur a greeting before you tiredly slumped onto the couch, missing his hurt expression. Then, a warm hand caresses your face.

You force your eyes open at the touch and he's kneeling by your side, a small cupcake in his hand and a single lit candle placed upon the melting frosting. "For you, my dearest." He whispers, his gaze affectionate.