I think I am a lot like Kelly. True love is not the fireworks and bells when you kiss or get intimate. True Love is that look, that gesture, that gentle touch, that little thing he/she did just for me. Two years ago I broke my wrist and I found the depths of my husband's love it was my right wrist and I am right handed - very right handed. Bless his heart - he really loves me. Five weeks he had to do just about everything for me - did you ever realize it takes two hand to go out and have a steak dinner! The trials of true love.