You and Sam lay on the couch, some movie neither of you cares for all that much playing on TV. He stares at you like you're the greatest treasure on earth. And to him, you are. You're worth more than any treasure could ever be. He loves you with everything he is, has been and ever will be.

Sam could spend the rest of his days stargazing — given that you're the star, of course. Everything about you is utterly gorgeous to him, and he never wants to look away.

"Your hair is going grey," Sam says, kissing your cheek as his fingers card through your hair. "Keep it like that. You look good with it."