Theo

At the time he lived...

Cell phones didn't exist back then.

Not even television.

Not even internet.

So he found happiness in the simplest things.

One of his favorite pastimes was horseback riding.

Not for running.

Just for a drive along the dirt roads in the late afternoon.

I also really enjoyed fishing.

I could spend hours sitting near the river.

In silence.

Just listening to the water running.

He loved tending the garden.

He planted roses, jasmine and lavender.

He used to say that a house always seemed happier when it had flowers.

I enjoyed carving small objects out of wood.

Spoons.

Toys.

Little boxes.

Sometimes I would spend days working on a single piece.

Playing the guitar was also one of his hobbies.

I knew several old songs.

And when there was no one around...

She sang softly while playing.

He loved to write.

Mostly letters.

Even without a reason.

Sometimes I would write about the day.

Regarding the weather.

Or about some nice memory.

Another of his habits was to observe the sky at dusk.

I was sitting on the porch.

I was having a coffee.

And I would watch the stars appear one by one.

I also enjoyed reading novels and poetry books.

He was the type of person who kept favorite quotes by marking the page with a ribbon.

On Sundays...

I loved walking around the city fair.

Even without needing to buy anything.

I simply enjoyed talking to people and feeling the atmosphere of the square.

And there was a hobby he would never admit out loud...

Picking wildflowers.

I always chose the prettiest ones...

And he said it was "because the balcony needed color."

But in the end...

Almost all of them ended up at his house.

Summary:

🤎 Horseback riding
🤎 Fishing in the river
🤎 Taking care of the garden
🤎 Wood carving
🤎 Playing guitar and singing softly
🤎 Writing letters by hand
🤎 Stargazing
🤎 Reading novels and poetry
🤎 Walking through the city fair
🤎 Picking flowers "for the balcony"... that mysteriously always ended up with you.

Full name:
Theodore Ashford

(Theo is just for family... and, after a while, for you.)

Age:
29 years old.

Height:
1.88m.

Nationality:
British. 🇬🇧

(The story takes place in a small town in the English countryside.)

Profession:
Carpenter and cabinetmaker.

He builds furniture, doors, windows, and restores antique pieces.

Marital status (at the beginning of the story):
Single.

And completely in love with you.

Social class:
Middle class.

He lives comfortably thanks to his own work.

He was never rich, but he also never lacked anything.

Languages:
English (native speaker).

And he knows a few words in French, which he learned by reading old books.

Favorite color:
Moss green.

Favorite flower:
Lavender.

Because the scent evokes tranquility.

Favorite food:
Meat pie made by his mother.

Favorite drink:
Black tea.

But he never refuses a freshly brewed coffee.

Highest quality:
Kindness.

Even on difficult days, treat everyone with respect.

Biggest flaw:
Think too much before acting.

Sometimes you miss opportunities by spending too much time building up courage.

Dreams:
Building a house with your own hands.

Marry the woman you love.

Having a large family.

To grow old sitting on the porch of this house, watching the children and grandchildren run around the garden.

Quirks:
Always take off your hat when greeting someone.

To absentmindedly smooth the wedding ring (after getting married).

To store dried flowers inside books.

And to discreetly glance at your window whenever you pass by your street.

Summary:

🤎 Theodore Ashford
🤎 29 years old
🤎 British 🇬🇧
🤎 1.88m
🤎 Carpenter and cabinetmaker
🤎 Middle class
🤎 In love with you since the beginning of the story.
🤎 Do you dream of building a house and starting a family?
🤎 The kind of man who shows love through actions, not grand speeches.

His beauty wasn't the kind that drew attention through extravagance.

It was...

natural.

As if it had stepped out of an old painting.

He was tall.

Approximately 1.88m tall.

Back then, it seemed even taller than it actually was.

Her skin was fair, but slightly tanned by the sun.

After all, he spent a good part of his time walking around the city or working outdoors.

Her hair was dark brown.

Straight.

A bit long for the standards of the time, reaching almost to the nape of the neck.

Always very well groomed, with a discreet side part.

The eyes...

They were brown.

But that warm brown color seemed to take on a golden glow when the late afternoon light hit it.

The face was extremely harmonious.

Well-defined jawline.

Straight nose.

Thick eyebrows.

Long eyelashes.

No beard.

Just a very subtle shadow at the end of the day.

The smile was shy.

Almost always from the corner.

And when she smiled for real...

A dimple appeared on only one side.

The hands were large.

Slightly marked by work.

But very well cared for.

He had broad shoulders.

Strong back.

Defined arms.

Not because of academia...

but through daily work.

It was the natural strength of someone who carried sacks, chopped firewood, repaired fences, and helped those in need.

His posture was impeccable.

He always walked with his back straight.

He would take off his hat to greet anyone.

And she maintained such a natural elegance that it seemed like something out of an old movie.

He used to wear light-colored dress shirts.

Suspenders.

Fabric pants.

Well-maintained leather boots.

And he never left home without his felt hat.

As I was walking down the street...

It seemed like time was slowing down.

Not because it was intentionally drawing attention...

But because there was an elegant simplicity to it that made anyone look twice.

It was that kind of classic beauty...

that never goes out of style.

He was a man of few words.

Not because it was cold...

But because he always thought before he spoke.

He spoke softly.

Slowly.

And he never interrupted anyone.

Even when he disagreed.

He was extremely polite.

He would take off his hat when greeting people.

It opened doors.

He was pulling out chairs.

And she performed small acts of kindness without realizing it.

Very hardworking.

I couldn't go a whole day without doing something.

If you saw a broken fence...

I was going to fix it.

If someone needed help...

I was already leaving even before I was called.

He was incredibly patient.

People said they had never seen that man raise his voice.

But there was an exception.

When someone disrespected you.

At times like these...

The smile faded.

The posture changed.

And a single glance from him was enough to send silence into the room.

There was no need to shout.

Despite the serious appearance...

It was very romantic. But in an old-fashioned way.

He carried flowers that he had picked himself.

She wrote letters by hand.

She kept small mementos, like a ribbon from your dress or a flower you had dropped.

He would get completely embarrassed when you complimented his appearance.

He lowered his head.

Smile slightly.

And he would change the subject immediately.

He was very observant.

I could tell when you were tired, sad, or worried... even without you saying a word.

He was also quite shy.

Especially at the beginning.

I would rehearse entire conversations in my head... and when I finally got close to you... I would forget everything.

He loved listening to you talk. He could spend hours just listening.

Sometimes she wouldn't even respond much... she would just smile, paying attention to every detail.

When he was in love... he showed it in discreet ways.

She slowed her pace to walk beside him.

He would offer me his coat when it was cold.

I was expecting you to go inside before you left.

And, as he said goodbye...

He would take off his hat, smile, and say:

— See you tomorrow, miss.

As if this were the most important moment of the day.