I once asked my husband: “Do you love me?”

He smiled back and asked: “Why do you ask that?”

I replied: “Because you never utter the words of love to me, while my sister’s husband has never stopped expressing love for him at every opportunity and in front of everyone.”

He returned for asking

: “Did you really do not feel my love for you? Are all my attitude toward you are not able to translate the meanings of love, longing, and appreciation to you? Is my desire to go home to feel the serenity at your side, after a full day doing heavy work, not enough to be proof of my love for you? Is my seriousness in fed and children with more nutritious food halal though I must fight the devil’s advances, not enough to be proof of my love for you? Is this, this and this … is not enough evidence of my love for you? Is it after seeing all that, you still ask me if I

love you ‘? “

In the face of the turmoil that feeling, I’m so ashamed of myself, then I said to him: “I’m sure you love me, but I wanted to hear directly from you.”

Then he said to me: “I love you! I love you, really love you. “