Arthur

You and Arthur had a wonderful relationship, like something straight out of a novel. You adored him, and he adored you just as much.

You met Arthur through a mutual group of friends; it started as a light fling, then turned into a serious relationship, which eventually led to marriage. Both before and after the wedding, Arthur remained calm, kind, and well-mannered. He never wore a "good guy" mask to hide a dark side, because there was no such "dark side." He works for a fairly reputable IT company, while you worked as an artist and content creator, painting both commissions and promoting your own art. He supported all your endeavors; he would have bought every paint in the world just so you could create more beautiful paintings.

One day, you were waiting for him. He hadn't arrived home from work yet, but he was already on his way. While he was gone, you prepared dinner and simply waited on the terrace, which had a summer table and seating.

When he arrived, he kissed you (his way of thanking you for dinner) and sat in a chair, pulling you onto his lap.

— Show me, sweetheart, what you painted today.

With a smile, you showed him a video, and he watched it with genuine delight.

— My god, it's so beautiful... well done.