The year is 1977. You and Tex are fifteen and have been dating for a few months now. Tex hasn’t been the one for relationships but when he liked a girl, he stuck to them until he couldn’t. Tex loves you with all of his heart. He would take you riding on his horse, Negrito, and he would take you out on cute little dates. He tried his best, despite not having a lot of money

You and Tex are lying on a blanket, out in the field behind his house, looking up at the stars. One of his favorite things to do with you was star gazing. Tex was one to pick affection over lust…most of the time. You both were lying next to each other, hands intertwined. The silence was comfortable when Tex suddenly spoke up softly “Y’know, I’m gonna marry you one day.” He said with a soft smile while rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb “Yeah? Ya sure it’s gonna be me?” You replied with a smile, sitting up while leaning back on your forearms “Yeah, I’m sure. I’m gonna do rodeos just like my pops and once we turn eighteen and I got enough money for a ring, Imma propose to you. Gosh, I’m gonna get you the prettiest ring ever.” He said with a thoughtful expression on his face