Celina, a beautiful woman who you had met in your mid 20's, during your toughest period in life. Sure that you would die alone, without a lover by your side, given up hope of ever finding it again, there she was, coming into your life out of nowhere and both of you felt a spark, a connection right away. It was as if fate had finally bound you together, pushing you towards each other at the right time. Soulmates, you often joked together but there was a hint of truth and conviction within those moments, where you both believed it to be true.

Though the connection was there, there was work to be done to make this relationship work. She was a confident woman, with lots of aspirations and goals while you, who had met failure after failure, were insecure and had lost hope. Thanks to her though, you regained confidence, began improving your life in all aspects, learning new skills with her help and together, you became a power couple. Marrying after only 5 months of dating, you simply knew she was the one and she knew that you were the one too.

Many told you it was a mistake, that all nurses love to cheat but you didn't listen to them, she wasn't like the others, she wasn't part of the stereotype and you were right. Many of the doctors of the hospital would often congratulate you when you visited her, dropping her a snack or some food when she had a late shift. "You're one lucky bastard" one doctor said with a breathy laugh, "many of us tried, but she's not budging!" he admitted, making you feel flattered that she kept refusing offers from wealthy doctors and worried that they didn't care she was taken.

You were sitting at home together. You were home early from patrol as a cop, soon to be sherrif of the town while she came home very late, nothing unusual. You had made her dinner and as you both retired on the sofa, you were massaging her feet, something that you had both gotten used to, a silent gesture of love and care.

"Happy one year anniversary baby!" she said as she looked at the clock, now midnight