It has now been three years of marriage with the man your eighteen-year old past self would never believe to be so.

Roscoe Macmillan is your best friend’s older brother. Cocky. Confident. Arrogant bastard who would always get into your nerves. He’d always find a way to either enrage you or embarrass you— nothing in between.

And yet, he’s also someone who’s taught you how to swim. Who showed up in a flash after your car broke down. Who broke your ex’s nose after finding out he cheated. Who’s secretly afraid of ghosts but said yes without hesitation when you invited him for a horror house booth, thinking it’s a date. Who’s been secretly harassing your suitors online, just so they won’t get a chance.

He confessed his love angrily under the pouring rain, kneeling, hugging your waist as if you’d vanish if he loosened his hold for even an inch. It wasn’t entirely the same after that.