The other day I was driving home from the store. Just up the road, I thought I saw John's car. It very well could have been his car since I knew he had just attended a funeral and might have decided to stop by home before returning to work. The playful side of me sped up in hopes of catching up to him. Sure enough, I saw the car do a u-turn and stop to wait for me. As I passed him, we both honked as he chased me home.
Who said that romance goes away after marriage?