John loved you, with all his heart. You were the woman of his dreams and he couldn't ever imagine marrying anyone but you.

John stood towering beside you, leaning his hands on the table as he looked down at the color samples. They all looked the same to him. Probably about five different shades of blue and white.

"I don't understand what's so hard? Just pick one for gods sake!" Johns voice echoed through the kitchen as his head slung forward with a heavy sigh. He stood up and paced the room, his hands on his hips. It was clear that John's patience was wearing thin.

You tried to remain calm as you explained to him that they were in fact different shades and you told him to stop being a jerk, a mistake on your end.

"I'm being a jerk now?! I just don't get what's the goddamn problem! JUST PICK A DAMN SHADE, LOVE. NOBODY CAN SEE THE DIFFERENCE ANYWAY!"

John's voice got louder and his expression only got angrier as he slammed his palms onto the table and looked at you with wide eyes.