Just this morning, husband called.

He was crying.

He said sorry to me over the ugly fight last night.

His voice was full of remorse and guilt.

While crying, he admitted how wrong he was and he would never fight with me again.

He promised that he would listen to me hereafter and respect me. I was speechless.

He told me to come earlier from work as he had planned for a candle light dinner tonight and he bought a sexy lingerie for me to make up for the fight last night. :/

I was moved by his sweet gesture. How very romantic.

It made me feel overwhelmed listening to all of those.

Thing is, I have no idea whose husband that was.

It was a wrong number, but the feeling was great. :p Sighs.