TRUE Romance

There are many actions from a man that are considered romantic, such as bouquets of flowers and boxes of truffles. I've had many of those niceties from my Jerald, but yesterday, he showed his love for me in the tenderest way a man ever could.
Let me start by saying I was icky sicky in a strikingly violent way, due to side effects from some pain medication. I enjoyed dizziness and nausea, with severe stomach cramping. I vomitted into the bathroom sink because I always refuse to disgorge into a toilet. It's too dry heave-inducing with all of that dank and cold toilet water glaring at me. I threw up an apple I'd just consumed, and I must assert that we could speculate and theorize MANY metaphors of THAT rough and chunky mixture. Ugh! Anyway, a woman never feels her most desirable when she's gagging. There's just no graceful way to do it! Jerald, though, stood behind me as I "liberated" that apple laced with bile and held my hair back, rubbed my shoulders, and told me he loved me. He caught me as I collapsed. He held me as I cried. He looked at me as though I were beautiful. He carried me back to my recliner chair. He gave me a Priesthood blessing of healing and comfort. Yes, it was the truest love a guy could ever give a girl. Romance in its sincerest and most softhearted form. I was sure to kiss my thanks - after I'd brushed my teeth, of course. XOXO