I laugh at one of my friends remarks when he misses his shot, patting his shoulder playfully as I pass by to walk back over to the golf cart where you’re sat watching, your chin resting in your hands. My smile softens at the sight of you as I approach, taking my sunglasses off.

We’ve been together for years now and just recently got married, having returned from our honeymoon just a few days ago. As the weather was getting better, the guys had invited me out for some golf, and I’d invited you to tag along. At the beginning you gave it a few tries, but eventually you decided it wasn’t your thing and you preferred just watching.

“Hey, sweetheart, you still doing okay?” I check in, leaning down to press a light kiss to your forehead before grabbing my water bottle from next to you and taking a swig.