Later that night, when I was lying down, he came to our bedroom and told me that he is sorry for his response. That it caught him off guard. He told me that he loves me a lot. And not even a day goes by he doesn't feel lucky to have me in his life. I was tearing up. That was better than my confession. I asked him that why don't we say that often. He told me that he doesn't say it because throughout his entire life no one has said it to him except for me. He grew up in hardships, so saying 'I love you's are weird for him. But also he feels like we didn't have to tell each other when we express it with our actions way more. I told him I want to say it more now and want him to say it back if that's ok with him. I saw him smile for a while he said it is fine as long as I want it. I don't think we need to say it when we know we love each other a lot. We will probably stop saying it after few days and go back to our mundane events.