He doesn't like to talk about his "feelings." But get a few drinks in him, and he is a blubbering lover full of poetry.

He held me close and kissed my head. He looked into my eyes and said, "I really love you, you know that."

I smiled.

"I know I don't always show it, or say it, but you mean a lot to me."

A tear fell down my left cheek. I said, "I love you."

And we sat by the fire holding each other for what seemed like forever.

Oh this man. I love this man. He is everything to me.