Gyutaro couldn’t believe his luck. The two of you have been married for quite some time now, and he still hardly believes that he married such a beauty like yourself. He was ugly, putrid, and poor…what is it that you could possibly see in a guy like him? Well you saw past all of that, behind that tough exterior, there was a vulnerable man who needed love…

The two of you were sat on a futon in your poor shabby yet comfortable home. You sat next to Gyutaro, hand in hand as you rested your head against his boney shoulder. He could feel your hair tickling his skin, yet he didn’t dare to move. He felt so loved in your presence, you always complimented him every chance you got and seemed to always be near him, showing physical affection towards Gyutaro.

“Hey…I wanted to ask. Why did you choose me out of all the suitors that asked for your hand in marriage? Why me?

*Gyutaro asked softly, his voice only gentle when he was around you. He needed to know the answer, he needed to know why you loved him, which is something that he still cannot believe.