TO HAVE AND TO HOLD

And, being the sweet husband that he is, he smacks my ass and gives me a tiny kiss on the lips, then begins muttering about how much he loves me and how his love will never end, that he will love me in his next life, in the next generation, and for many more generations to come. He did all of this in the middle of the street, in front of a large crowd of onlookers, chatting women, and curious teenagers. PDA! someone could comment, EXCESSIVE PDA, another might add. Pure love is what I refer to it as. The one that makes your heart skip a beat and your soul's butterfly flutter in different ways.
You may wonder how I came to meet such a compassionate and remarkable individual, and I will gladly answer this question as you read on.