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title: ""Why did I love him? He made my life better. I love to garden, and…"
date: 2016-08-22
source: facebook
type: Archer T. Ships updated his status.
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# "Why did I love him? He made my life better. I love to garden, and…

*August 22, 2016 · Facebook*

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\"Why did I love him?\
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He made my life better.\
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I love to garden, and sometimes when I came home, there'd be an adorable new cactus in the yard. If he knew I had a rough day, he'd draw me a bath, fix me my favorite dinner, and put on my favorite music.\
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If he ever saw a spider, he'd quickly whisk it out of the house and into the garden. (He knew I didn't like spiders, but preferred not to squish them if he could avoid it.)\
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He never said anything deliberately hurtful to me. Once he made a quip about my belly. Funny, but it hurt my feelings. When he heard the pain in my voice, he asked me what was wrong. When I explained, he apologized, and said he'd never do it again. And he didn't.\
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He loved cracking me up. For example, one of his first letters to me was a description of myself, a hundred years from now, reminiscing on our life as a couple together. He thought he was so clever! But it made me laugh.\
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He was voraciously curious. He loved to read across a wide range of disciplines. Often, when I had a problem from work, talking it out with him would help me to get insight into the problem. I could take him anywhere, and he'd be able to find a way to connect with people on some topic of interest to them.\
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He was introverted like me. We spent many a night together just working or reading. He wasn't needy, and could entertain himself contentedly indefinitely. But he also liked people. We both loved to entertain, and we've hosted many wonderful parties over the years. And he could cook! My mouth still waters when I think of the surprise raclette party he organized for my 50th birthday party.\
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Speaking of which, whatever I wanted to try, he was game. We were in Italy once, on the island of Sardinia. I wanted to try casu marzu cheese. The cheese is outlawed in most of Europe, because the processing involves the decomposition of pecorino cheese with live maggots. An acquired taste, to be sure. He was a little uncomfortable, but he gamely spread the cheese across some flatbread, and popped it into his mouth. The expression on his face!\
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I love to dance. He wasn't a very good dancer, at first, but he knew it was important to me. So he would go dancing with me, even though he felt very self-conscious. But with some practice at home he got better, and we've been dancing ever since.\
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We didn't fight very often, but when we did, he played fair. It was always about finding a way to meet both our desires, never about tearing me down.\
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Flaws? Oh sure, he had his flaws. He wasn't great with money. He'd blow his money on art boats, and tools for making art boats. He procrastinated too much, and spent too much time arguing with crazy people online, especially when we were first dating.\
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He could be too stubborn sometimes, and keep beating his head against a problem, when it would've been better to admit defeat and try something else. But he was always trying to improve, and he got better over the years.\
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He had a terrible sense of direction.\
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He was a great lover\--good, giving, and game. I don't want to go into too much detail, but my God, so many orgasms. I can still remember thinking "That's pretty cheeky!" when he wrote that he was a great lover in his first letter to me. But, by gum, he was right.\
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I sure hope this cryonics thing works, because I miss him so.\"
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