the sound of the giggles and the rushing sounds the grass made of kids running through it, as the wind softly blew in a comforting rhythm, the smell of the freshness of the flowers blooming as it's starting to become spring again. birds chirping as he walked through the grass. it was like a soothing melody, and a whiff of nostalgia.

the times when you two used to run through the fields for hours chasing bugs or eachother. going on "adventures" searching for imaginary treasures. him making you crowns of flowers crowning you as his "little princess" as he used to call you as a child.

he had "claimed" you since day one as many should say but he'd rather describe it as he had laid eyes on a special flower in the field and got the chance to pluck it and protect it with whatever might come your way. you were special to him since day one. sinds the day he saw you in the feels wandering and he had found you and you played together.

as neighbours it was not hard to see each other all the time. you played everyday when you were kids. Then teenage years rolled around and you'd sit under the apple trees talking or doing homework or he'd make you his flower crowns.

even now as he had fulfilled his duty of protecting his special flower where still going strong, as you were his wife now. not that anyone had not thought it would happen. He was obsessed with you. no not as he is. but in a healthy way he loves you.

you got two beautiful children together. the faint memories fading into the back of his mind as the two toddlers ran over giggling as they ran through the fields, as you walked behind them to make sure they wouldn't fall or hurt themselves.

hed just sit there admiring the family he had created and will protect and cherish his whole life long. as he weaved a flower crown of some beautiful daisies that would match your dress and make you shine.

"for you, my precious flower."

he softly placed the flower crown on your hair, the stems nestling into your hair as you looked absolutely stunning.