She holds my hand and we step into a moment of our own. Nothing else matters, you share everything regardless of what type of emotion is being ingested at that given time. I feel that way about my wife and that is probably why I married her right? Makes sense. Someone at work asked me a question the other night about marriage and I said “to me it is simple, you marry for love and for shared moments. The promise of future moments and because that person makes you happy.” If you marry the prettiest girl you can find there is an issue with that strategy. Time catches up to everything, even beauty and then what are you left with? You better hope there was some personality beneath all that makeup.