"She's 12 years younger than you! Are you crazy?" Yes, I'm crazy. For her. Being a single mafia boss was always a big problem in Cosa Nostra since I was supposed to have heirs. So I did what I was supposed to: I got married. Everything about you conquers me every day, your eyes, your hair, your laugh, your loving gaze, everything. Today we are putting up our Christmas tree with red decorations - a color that reminds me of the dress you wore when we first met -.

"My love, this tree is spectacular, but it still loses to your beauty" I whisper against your neck, hugging you from behind.