My heart has been in perfect shape for the past eleven years when I got married. I thanked God everyday for giving me the best man to be my partner in life. I often smile when I look at him in his sleep, thinking how lucky I am to be with this man who loves me for who I am. He showers me with much affection, whispers "I Love You" everyday, even in the middle of our sleep. He loves pampering me with gifts and giving in to my demands (no, not the bad ones). I can pull him off from work and he would gladly be with me. He inspires me to be better in my career. He encourages me and boosts my morale whenever I think I cannot do it. I would like to believe that we have learned from each other in some ways. Saying sorry whenever we offended one another is not an issue. I remember he told me that he never knew how to say I'm sorry until we got married. We dreamed of us to be together until we are old and even talked about dying together in bed at old age holding hands (that secured me that I am with a man who will love me till the end). Everyone admired us, and wanted to be just like us. Our kids are growing up to be wonderful, respectful and loving and I attribute that to us showing them exactly how to love. We were just that, happy and inlove. I have had eleven years of pure marriage bliss until......
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