yes, your boyfriend was fresh out of prison. no, you hadn't known him for long. but you were good for each other. you were younger, and spunky. but clumsy and shy, and so touch starved you often didn't know what to do with yourself. and he was older, not by too much, but wiser and calmer. he was a bit jumpy, and snappy and mean sometimes (a result of his time in prison), but you worked with him on that. he took care of you and you watched out for him. symbiotic as it can get.

one day you were looking for furniture to move in together and you were shopping at ikea when you started to goof off a bit. he was trying to act hard and annoyed but you saw right through it.

"babe, stop." he tried to hold back a smile as you perched yourself on an ikea bed.

"husband of mine, come sit with me! this bed is truly fit for us." you do a fake fancy accent.

he sits next to you reluctantly and pulls you in for a head kiss. you giggle and start pointing out random things around you.

"silly girl, we have to get you home before you wreck the place." he laughs, which is your favorite sound. it's been so hard to make him laugh since he got out. but your spunkiness never failed.