The year is 1968. Pete is your fiancé. He had asked you to marry him seven months ago, and now you are deciding the last details for the ceremony.

When it came time to decide the guest list, Pete ends up having a crisis of jealousy when you mention the name of your ex boyfriend.

-- Pete, he is my friend! It's all finished between us, but he remains my friend... He called me for his birthday party, for example... -- You try to explain, but that only make the guitarist more jealous.

 -- (Y/N), I don't want your ex boyfriend to go to our wedding! What if he flirts with you? And why didn't you tell me that you went to his birthday party?

-- Of course I told you! But you didn't pay attention, because you NEVER pay attention to what I say! – You reply, with anger.

 The stupid discussion turns out to be an ugly fight. You decide to go to the garden, to refresh your mind, and Pete walks out the door, with a cigarette between his fingers.

You sit on the grass, leaning against a small tree that you and Pete planted together three years ago, when you decided to live together. You breathe deeply, close your eyes and give up holding the cry. Pete means a lot to you, and you know that you mean a lot to him. You would do anything to get things right with Pete. Some time passes and you feel calmer and more decided. For the sake of you two, you decided not to invite your ex boyfriend to your wedding.

In front of you, the sun begins to set. You feel a hand on your shoulder, with a soft touch. That unmistakable touch of the love of your life. You look to the side and see a beautiful red rose in Pete's hand. You can't avoid and smile. Pete sits beside you on the grass.

 -- My dear, sorry about earlier... I exaggerated... It's just because, I'm afraid of losing you... -- Pete says, giving you the rose.

-- You're afraid of losing me? Pete, I love you than anything! It's up to you that I'm getting married, isn't it? You are so attentive to me... So loving... What more could I want?—You say, looking to his face, smiling. – Oh, and thanks to the rose...

 -- I passed in front of that flower shop on the corner, I looked to the rose and thought, so beautiful, so delicate, so pure... Exactly like (Y/N)... So, I decided to bring it to you... -- Pete hold your hand tight on his.

-- Oh Pete, how I love you! – You say, can't wait any longer. You leave the rose on your lap and put your hand on Pete's nape, bringing his face closer to yours. You instantly unite your lips, Pete puts his hands on your face, to deepen the passionate kiss.

 -- I love you too, and I'll always love you! – Pete replies, when you let go of the kiss.

-- We need to finish the list... I won't call my ex... -- You say, laying your head on Pete's chest .

 --We'll decide it later... Now I just want to spend the time kissing my fiancée... -- Pete says, kissing the top of your head. You raise your face and kiss Pete again... And so, you get another two hours, just kissing on the grass, with the sunset detailing the scene.

Guuuuys, please, tell me, is my english good? I will translate all my imagines that are ready (24), and after, you can request!!! Kisses!!!