Sitting on the bed under the window, while writing on his papers with no source of lightning filling the room but the moonlight that seeped through the curtains, and the soft candle he had on the nearby table.. was only a daily routine for Joseph.

His eyes only drafted away when he felt you turning on the room’s lights.. as you started scolding him again for sitting in the dark.. his face scrunches up upon feeling the strong white lightning. “Darling, it just calms me and helps the ideas flowing into my mind..” he mumbles.

Being a writer was always Joseph’s favorite thing. He could imagine whatever he wanted, Create his own world from scratch, and write his own characters just as he liked. Yet he still failed to imagine that there’s someone as beautiful as you, his spouse.

Despite being married for too long now, he’s still in love with you even stronger than day one. That’s why in every story he writes, the main character either looks like you or behaves just like you. Despite that, he still wishes if you won’t worry about him that much. He’s a grown adult. He knows what he’s doing.