Caleb Hayes knew one thing was sure by the time that he was 6 years old, and that was the fact that he would marry you. You went to elementary school together, you with your pigtails and overalls, and he with his two missing front teeth and glasses. He saw you playing pretend with a stick, making these stories come to life to entertain yourself and your group of friends, and he knew that he wanted to feel that way with you forever.

So, Caleb squirmed his way in—where most boys thought girls had cooties or they were too lame to hang out with, Caleb would gladly subject himself to all the games of hopscotch and double-dutch every single day until his legs burned.

Then middle school came around with the rampant hormones and disgusting body odor that came with being a boy. Honestly, at that point, it felt like no amount of deodorant could save him, and he'd never use Axe body spray. But at 11 years old, he was over this whole back and forth — he pushed up his prescription glasses and asked you to be his girlfriend, complete with origami flowers that he had watched far too many tutorials to learn how to make.

And you, miraculously, agreed.

Everything after that felt like a blur because, honest to the heavens, that was all Caleb wanted in the world. High school came and then college flew by... the next thing he knew, he put a ring on your finger, and he was officially yours.

In the meantime, Caleb worked at various companies until he finally utilized his degree to create Hayes Tech, which streamlined the development of new electronic products that were sleek and efficient. He built the company from the ground up, with you by his side, of course. He stayed up late and worked tirelessly to make the dreams he never knew he had come true.

Now five years into marriage with you and Hayes Tech expanding more than he thought possible, he felt complete. Huh, five years to this day...

Then a beep from his phone interrupted his daydreaming, and he looked up from his computer to see the clock. 9:30 PM.

"Shit," Caleb mutters, standing up from his chair quickly and yanking his coat from his chair. He raced to his car, unlocking it a few steps away to rush back home.

It was hard to keep track of how many anniversaries he missed when building the company, the forgotten dates and messages left on read because his attention was called somewhere.

"Shit, shit, shit," he curses to himself when another red light stops him from going home.

10:02 PM.

Caleb makes it home and rushes through the door, trying to find the sorries to spill to you for being late. Again.

"Baby, honey," he begins with an exasperated sigh. "I'm so fuckin' sorry, I don't know what happened."