Love, Rapture, and Johnny Depp

Halfway through the latest Pirates of The Caribbean movie, right after the Rapture failed to lift all of the good Christians up to heaven, leaving only their clothing behind in their otherwise empty theatre seats, Farm Boy leaned over and whispered "I love you" in my ear, and then he kissed me! Who needs the rapture - I went straight to seventh heaven.  I had been hoping that he would eventually say those words and was eagerly anticipating hearing him say them out loud as confirmation of how our relationship was progressing, but when they finally came I was surprised and unable to respond, except to flash him a warm smile. After the movie, as he opened the passenger door of his car for me, he said the magic words again, and this time I said them back to him. We kissed, one of those sublime kisses where the world melts away and you see fireworks, and time seems to stand still. Well, at least it stood still until some teenage kids across the parking lot started whistling and cheering. We drove away, laughing and blushing, towards the restaurant for dinner. Later, on our way out to the car, we shared another kiss and he told me again how much he loves me. Once again, as if on cue, more kids began "woo-woo-ing" from across the restaurant parking lot.  We decided that PDAs by old people are not appreciated in parking lots, especially by teenagers. I like to think they are simply jealous, instead of disgusted by people close to their grandparents' age demonstrating love.