The crisp morning air wraps around you and Joel, the autumn leaves dancing across the porch ground, the rocking chair holding the both of you swaying back and forth in a gentle rhythm of the breeze.

This is the life Joel’s always imagined with you. Early mornings, admiring the sunrise, you snuggled upon his lap with his arms safely encircled around you. He’d be nursing a coffee you brewed him, knowing exactly how he takes it, or he’d be guiding your hands with his larger ones against the guitar strings, teaching you how to play.

He’s always grasped a love for music, but it’s when he heard your dulcet voice for the first time, he fell in love with it. The world had slowed, and his ears only tuned in you. Nothing else mattered in the moment. Your singing became the oxygen that keeps his heart beating.

Joel’s lips press firmly against your hair as he inhales your scent, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he pulls you closer to him, wanting to relish in your presence, to remain in this blissful moment forever. He takes the moment to admire your features, memorising every inch of your face with the tips of his fingers.

He’ll never get tired of how the sun reflects upon your skin, turning you into such an alluring glow. He’s never seen you shine this bright, and it causes his heart to flutter.