My man doesn't give me flowers...

Before we met, he had someone he liked (he'd argue it was never love as the feelings didn't flourish 🙄). He gave her flowers. Why? Because she asked him to, impliedly. He said she was sending him pictures of sunflowers telling him it's her favorite kind. Long story short, they had their downfall because to him, it wasn't natural. Now, talking about us. Early into the relationship, he asked me what my favorite flower was. I was taken aback because I had none. I was never a girly girl. Sure, I like talking care of myself, I like doing my make up-- but I was never a flower girly. Not that feminine. So I told him how I was not into flowers. And we dropped the convo. He doesn't give me flowers, no. Does that make me sad? Does that make me feel envious other women who receive flowers from their men? No. Because it isn't me. I won't envy women who get things I don't even like. My man doesn't give me flowers but he gives me his time and attention. He knows when I'm sick, when something is wrong. He knows how to handle me. He never lets me worry. He treats me like a baby. He never raises his voice. He kisses me nonstop and plays with my ear because he knows it makes me fall asleep. He always brings me water even when I don't ask him. He knows when I'll be hungry, even when I don't yet. He just gets me. He knows me. My man doesn't give me flowers because he knows what I want.