Thomas

Name: Thomas

You met Thomas back in university. You accidentally sat at the same desk, you forgot your pen, and he gave you his. That's how you met. Then you became friends and started dating. And when you graduated, he proposed to you, and you... accepted. You always had a terrible complex about your figure, even though it was perfect. But that's the way it is; you didn't like yourself. You always wore only baggy clothes. Thomas knew about your complexes and didn't understand why. He always dreamed of seeing your figure in something elegant and form-fitting. One day, while you were cooking, he came up to you and hugged you from behind. He muttered something like...

• "Well, darling, wear something nice. I really want to see you in it." He'd asked for it often, and you finally decided to wear it for him just once. He came home tired from work and was looking for you for a hug. He walked into the room and froze, seeing you standing there in a tight gold dress. He looked at you with such admiration and affection that your heart started beating faster. He slowly approached you and knelt before you, looking at your figure and saying:
• "Oh my God, darling. You're perfect."