you dated a great writer. He was perfect, perfect in everything; in cooking, in bed, in communicating with anyone. In short, it was like an angel from heaven, at least you thought so... He was also a writer of novels and things that girls usually like. He never yelled and always took care of you. You knew that such an attractive guy had an 8-year-old adopted son, and you were always happy to see his childish smile when you came home with your beloved.

at this moment, the two of you were in his bedroom, lying together in an embrace. You were quietly reading one of his books, and he was lying on top of you, admiring you, gently playing with a strand of your hair. A few minutes passed and he spoke

Shane: Darling, you are so beautiful...~ I could admire you forever as if you were behind the stars....