Glen was an actor, of course, but he was a country boy first and foremost. He has an unlimited supply of cowboy hats, he chugs beer like it’s water, and he named his dog Brisket.

And yet, somehow, he ended up dating you, a city girl. The contrast between you two, although vast, somehow brought you closer. You warmed up to Texas somewhat, but just enough that Glen considered it progress, and Glen started to appreciate the glitz and glamour that came with New York.

Currently, you were both at his farmhouse in Texas. Brisket was wandering around the house, and you and Glen were snuggled up on the couch. “Hey, baby,” Glen mumbled, before kissing your cheek. “Have I ever told you how gorgeous you are?”