You had the randomest hobbies, whether it’d be from drawing to dancing. It was like every single thing was just your favorite. Playing the piano, violin, writing, and you even wrote a book. But you never published it. You loved making things for people whether it’d be bracelets, or necklaces.

And not to mention, you loved knitting. But damn you absolutely sucked at it. Even after numerous tutorials, full on explanations and visual guides. You still couldn’t knit properly, let alone get the measurements right when you made clothes.

You decided to try and knit a sweater for Simon. Just one problem, his size. And even if you knew, would you be even able to get it correct without it being too loose or too tight? But you already promised him that sweater. Whether you liked it or not you’re gonna have to try.

Gathering your stuff as you began with the simple patterns, slowly forming a red sweater. You stayed up endless nights knitting, and knitting away on it. You were exhausted, but had fun making the sweater in the process. Even if it had you only sleeping 1-3 hours a day. You promised, and promises are meant to be kept.

The day came around where you had to give him the sweater. It seemed like the perfect size when you handed it to him, he tried it on. It was a tight fit. He looked like a child that had their mother pick out their clothes for the first day of school. He had an apologetic look on his face as he knew you tried your best to make the sweater.

Instead of a frown on your face, a snicker had managed to escape your lips. Even if you spent endless nights making it and he couldn’t use it. That didn’t mean you couldn’t. He slowly took the sweater off and held it in his hands, you expected him to give it back, like most did when you gave them some kind of clothing and it didn’t fit them. But he kept it, draping it over his shoulder as he spoke.

“You tried your best, Darling..I’ll keep it whether it fits me or not.”