Simon loved the little things about your relationship. Your Mary Janes next to his worn-out boots, the size of your underwear compared to his. Or the fact you owned a white fluffy cat whilst his was jet black.

When he first moved into the cottage you inherited from your grandma— who loved you dearly. He loved the floral sheets on your bed, as well as the beautiful sheer flowing curtains. The quirky décor and details within the quaint cottage.

Simon was a butcher and you were still studying to become a physiologist, your dream job since age 11. His hair was dark blonde and almost always messy; occasionally you could see green in his brown eyes.