Why Marry?

I've always been against marriage, simply coz i never believed people could marry for the right reasons. But of late, as i fall deeper and deeper into love, and started facing more and more restrictions against it, i suddenly feel like wanting to be more with that person and without being asked for justifications.
When together in danger and distress, i realized how much of my strength was truly because he was by my side... When one by one, my friends would leave for distant cities, i realized how terrifyingly lonely i'd feel if he went away...how empty. Indeed the city would look like a swarm of faceless zombies moving about, while i'd keep searching for his face, his eyes, the darkness below them, the long hair, the worn-out ring... all personifying the languid sweetness of the man, who's my own.
To be with him, through the odd hours of the day, or when the midnight oil burns as he studies quietly, or early morning as he drifts off to sleep, making him breakfast, listening to his fave songs that i can't decipher, watching ol' movies together, listening to his comments, putting up lanterns or windchimes with him...to argue about what will go where...and then to collapse, exhausted,in each other's arms laughing about the whole fight!
I guess this is a good enough reason, to want to spend a lifetime together.
In the loved hours, the quiet hours, the sad moments, the off-colored hours, the busy hours, the rainy days, the lazy afternoons, the cold evenings, the stressful days, the hectic mornings, the humid nights...
To just be there...