My husband.
He's not the type of husband who buys me expensive dinner at expensive fine dining restaurants.
He's not the type of husband who gets me expensive gifts every time he's away.
He's not the type of husband who surprises me with a bouquet of pretty flowers at office.
My husband is that man who risked himself being disowned by his own family by converting into my religion the second he found out the only way to be with me is by marrying me.
He's my husband. And only mine.
I will love this husband of mine with every cell in my body until the very last one dies.
Love.