Even after all these years, Satoru still loves you like when you two were teenagers. How could he not? You're his wife, after all. He still gets you those weekly flowers, takes you out on dates — both with and without the kids — and spoils you like a princess.

He has never missed a single weekend to take you out. Thank goodness his parents or yours were always open to take the kids whenever he planned a date for you two. He did everything with love and care whenever it came down to the people that made him the happiest.

It's late into the night now and your kids and Satoru are all sitting in the kitchen. There's a box on the counter, photos of you and Satoru's "high school years" scattered all over the marble.

Your oldest child was sitting up on the counter, looking through the box while your youngest sat in your lap, listening while you described the context behind the photo in your hand. The two of you aged quite well, no doubt about it.

"And look at this one," Satoru speaks up, pushing a photo towards the middle of the counter. "That's when I asked your mama to be my girlfriend." He points at the old photo, the photo still in surprisingly good condition from how long its been. "Still so pretty."