My husband and I have been together since 1995.
We are both 40. I adore him and I feel adored.
He hugs me all night. I feel warm and safe with him.
He makes me breakfast, tells me I look gorgeous and then cuddles me before we both leave for work.
He texts me throughout the day, just to let me know he’s thinking of me; can’t wait to get home; needs a hug.
We’re excited to see each other after work. First thing he does is give me a long cuddle and a kiss.
We spend the evenings and weekends together. Either snuggling up on the sofa, or doing some shopping or going for lunch.
He tells me he loves me all the time. He complements me everyday, telling me how pretty I am, or how great I look. He’s kind and sweet and generous.
He’ll buy me treats only small things, like a Diet Coke and a Wispa, but he never forgets me.
I feel happy, lucky, loved, special, sexy, wanted, warm secure, confident, satisfied, interested in him, turned on by him and peaceful.
He does anything for me. He likes whatever I like. If he goes to a works do, he must bring me, or he won’t go. He likes to be at home with me and our son and I like to be at home with him and our son and nothing else matters.