He Knew How to Love, Just Not Me

My husband, Nathan, was never a romantic man. He never surprised me.

If I wanted flowers or a gift, I had to ask for them directly.

And even when I spelled it out clearly, Nathan still failed to deliver.

He always said,

"I'm just not a romantic guy. I don't know how to do surprises, and I don't know how to love someone."

My friends told me he was just practical, that it wasn't a bad thing.

So I comforted myself and quietly buried my expectations.

Then one day, Nathan brought a cat home out of nowhere.

It belonged to his student, Chloe.