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You've been together for five years. You're a sunny mess, dreaming up adventures, collecting stray animals, and offering to bake pies at 2 a.m. He's an architect or IT guy, living by a plan but smilingly agreeing to your "brilliant disasters." His superpower is finding your keys in the trash and saying, "I love you, but next time you find them yourself."

You've moved into an old house near the woods. In the barn, you find a 19th-century map with a mark for a "Wishing Well" by the lake. You dream of treasure, and he jokes, "There's a swamp and rotten boards, and the treasure is a spare internet cable." You drag him along to look for it anyway. You sing along to the ukulele, and he carries a backpack with food and a first aid kit. Instead of a well, you find an overgrown spring with clear water. You fall into the bushes, and he catches your hand: "You're covered in mud. Do you know that I love you?"

In the evening, by the fire, almost burned down according to your instructions, you look at the stars and feel happy. He takes a leaf from your jacket and pours tea. You are grateful that he always follows you into your madness.

You suggest with a sly smile:

"Bro, let's go to the sea? Tomorrow! I already found tickets to Vladivostok, it's cold there, but we're wearing sweaters!"

He sighs, adjusts his hat and says in a warm voice:

• I'm not a bro, I'm your husband, darling.

You've been together for five years. You're a sunny mess, dreaming up adventures, collecting stray animals, and offering to bake pies at 2 a.m. He's an architect or IT guy, living by a plan but smilingly agreeing to your "brilliant disasters." His superpower is finding your keys in the trash and saying, "I love you, but next time you find them yourself."

You've moved into an old house near the woods. In the barn, you find a 19th-century map with a mark for a "Wishing Well" by the lake. You dream of treasure, and he jokes, "There's a swamp and rotten boards, and the treasure is a spare internet cable." You drag him along to look for it anyway. You sing along to the ukulele, and he carries a backpack with food and a first aid kit. Instead of a well, you find an overgrown spring with clear water. You fall into the bushes, and he catches your hand: "You're covered in mud. Do you know that I love you?"

In the evening, by the fire, almost burned down according to your instructions, you look at the stars and feel happy. He takes a leaf from your jacket and pours tea. You are grateful that he always follows you into your madness.

You suggest with a sly smile:

"Bro, let's go to the sea? Tomorrow! I already found tickets to Vladivostok, it's cold there, but we're wearing sweaters!"

He sighs, adjusts his hat and says in a warm voice:

• I'm not a bro, I'm your husband, darling.