He wasn't romantic in the normal sense (ie: chocolates, flowers, jewelry etc...) but he would always find a way to show me he loved me...
Could be a trip to the store at 4am (before I got up) because I was out of coffee (no he doesn't drink it, he just paid attention) or he would bring home dinner after us both working all day...
He would keep the kids so I could have a break...
He would always pay attention if I admired something or said I needed something and then would get it and have of the boys give it to me "just because"...
He always got me the most romantic cards he could find no matter the holiday (except Valentine's Day since I don't like that holiday) and would write fantastic things in them.
He would call me every day just to say hi or see how my day was going or just to say I love you.
He would give me the spot in the garage, no matter the weather even though he normally left after me.
He made me hot cocoa every night.
We never let a day go by without expressing our love whether he was home or away.
We never went to bed angry.
He (mostly) kept up with my very high sex-drive though when he was tired, I understood and never made him feel bad for it.
He always had the laundry done when I would come home on Wednesdays as well as sweeping & mopping of the floors.
He always high-fived me when he walked by if I was on the couch.
He was the best Father, Husband, Friend anyone could have ever asked for and regardless of the inner turmoil I had going on, I still thanked God for him each and every night.
He never made me feel unloved and always went out of his way to show me how much he loved me - By actions, not "stuff".
He has been my best friend for 21 years and I can't help but think he is hurting and trying to reach out however I don't know who he is reaching out to.
May All Who Seek To Take My Life Be Put To Shame And Confusion; May All Who Desire My Ruin Be Turned Back In Disgrace. ~Psalm 40:14~