I collapsed in his arms and said "tell me a story, you know so many of them". He looked at me squarely for a moment and said "there was this guy, who met this girl, and he fell in love with her the moment that he saw her. And they never fought. And they were awesome, and went out all the time and had fun, and had four kids, and he looked at her twenty years later, the same way he did that first night".
Then I drove home trying to remember every word of that story, and I cried for the first time since we broke up.