We Really Need To Change Our Defintion of What is Romantic

I remember when I was little, my idea of love was the Prince Charming who brought me chocolates and flowers, doted on me every second of the day, thought I was beautiful all the time, even if I didn't shower for a day or two.

That was not Justin.

At first that bothered me. But really, isn't true love situational? Open to individual interpretation?

Here's the thing: Justin only brought me flowers (orange lilies) three times in our 5 1/2 years of marriage. But what do I care about that? He loved me in his words and deeds every single day.

Here is my interpretation of true love after my life with Justin:

True love is the man who makes you 25 burned CD's he knew you wanted, sets them by your car, you don't notice them and accidently run them over, crushing every last one, and he shrugs and makes 25 more.

True love is when he calls you on the phone every hour to tell you he can't live without you, and five and a half years later, up until the day he dies, he texts you every hour from work to make sure you know he loves you.

True love is waking up to an engine roaring, parking outside your window at 6 am, hearing it turn off, a car door slam, another car door open, an engine turn on and drive away, and then you doze back to sleep. You don't realize until hours later, when you go to leave early for work, he went and filled your gas tank after a 12 hour shift. When he was dead-dog tired.

I always think of these words of wisdom:

"Goodness is love in action, love with its hand to the plow, love with the burden on its back, love following his footsteps who went about continually doing good."

Wasn't that Plumey, through and through?

I don't even know why I'm asking that. I knew him. And he loved me. You knew him. And he loved all of you. He never showed it the "typical" way.

Would we expect that?