This is absolutely the way to look at that level of intimacy IMO because that’s how I view it.

The day my dad died, nearly 23 years ago now, was also the day that I knew I’d ask my wife to marry me.

It was a long illness and he was relatively young. We were living together and I had just sucked it up for 18 painful months. Never cried once.

Anyway the day came and I got home and just cracked when we went to bed. I just sobbed in the bed with her. Like a real, deep, deep sobbing.

She just held me and rubbed my hair and I will never, ever forget that.

Anyway about 8 months later I asked her to marry me and we’re married over 20 years now and have a beautiful family together. I love her so much.