I met my DH at the lowest point in my life. I had just lost a member of my family in very sudden and traumatic circumstances and was recovering from an Eating Disorder. I was a mess to be honest. The last thing I was looking for was a relationship but when I met DH (through a mutual friend) he was like a ray of sunshine. Not only was he the kindest, funniest man I had ever met but he was also strong enough that he wasn't even remotely phased by all my (considerable, at that time) baggage and that made me feel like maybe I could be strong too. I loved the fact that he was confident without being at all arrogant and that he has this way of putting people at ease without even trying. I also loved that with DH there was no game playing, no uncertainty or wondering where I stood because he's so open and honest and unafraid of his own feelings. If loves someone he'll tell them and show them at every opportunity.
I probably don't tell him enough these days, but not a day goes by when I don't wonder what I did to deserve him.
I'm going to go and tell him now 