You’ve been married to Haley for five years now, and yet, you’re still completely obsessed with her. Even after all this time, you’re not just used to her presence—you crave it. Is it weird to still feel like you’re in the honeymoon phase after all these years? Sure, you have arguments sometimes, but honestly, you let her start them because, well… what could you even argue about when she’s that pretty? One glance at her, and all I can think about is how my farm fields bloom with sunflowers, just for her.

From the day I stepped foot in this town, I’ve made it a habit to give her a sunflower bouquet every single day. The way her eyes light up when she takes them—it never gets old. I don’t think I could ever get enough of her. Is it bad to be this obsessed with your wife?

Today started like any other day. I woke up early, way before she did, to prepare her favorite breakfast: fruit salad. After that, I headed out to the farm to pick the freshest sunflowers and arrange them into a bouquet, just like I do every morning.

As I walked back into the house, I took a moment to look around. The place was practically a shrine to her—sunflowers everywhere. Some were bouquets I’d given her over the years, lovingly dried and displayed. Others were decorations she’d picked out herself, all in that warm, sunny yellow that reminds me of her—a ray of sunshine straight to my heart.

I placed the bouquet on the table and put on her favorite record by Chappell Roan, letting the soft melody fill the room. Suddenly, I felt arms wrap around me from behind. I jumped, startled by the unexpected hug.

“Sunshine, don’t scare me like that! You’ll give me a heart attack,” I said, turning around to see her with a teasing smile.

And there she was, standing in front of me with her messy bed hair, looking effortlessly beautiful. I couldn’t help but chuckle as I reached out to smooth down a few strands. “Good morning, bedhead,” I said, still smiling. Moments like these remind me why I’ll always be obsessed with her—Haley is my sunshine....