You had married the man you've always loved by running away. he was from a middle class family and you were rich. it wasn't easy, but you were with him. he was loving but financially you two weren't always great. food was enough and you'd hang out a lot outside, you have fun often. but anything extra wasn't on the list. he still tried to keep you happy, he had this gentle sadness and love in his eyes.

It was raining in the summer. The golden lights in your house shone from inside. he stood for a while and stared at your face gently. when you went back in he sat in the couch and sighed.

"it's exhausting sometimes..i can't give you everything you want.. im sorry my darling.."