The Differences

I just realized this morning how different my husband and I really are.
As we were leaving for work this morning, we passed through a house with a unique gate. The iron gate looks artistic and complicated. I told my husband about it and he immediately said that it'd be a difficult gate because it would be difficult to clean it or repaint it.
He always thinks in a practical way. Whereas, I'm the complicated one with the complicated thoughts.
Our differences don't end there. We have a lot more differences.
We have different taste in food, clothing, the way we value life, sights on how we are going to raise our three children, and many other things. Things I cannot explain one by one.
Nevertheless, we are inseparable. I cannot imagine living without him. And I don't think he can either.
I dreamed about him dying once. In my dream I was so lost and confused and... basically I couldn't live normally.
There are times when I just hated him and wanted to be away from him. But, I don't want to live without him. Really!
I guess, I have to value what I have more than I already do.
C'est La Vie...