I was handfasted once.
That's right folks, honest to Goddess pagan wedding. Small, meaningful ceremony consisting of little more than an exchange of oathes and tokens, with no witnesses but the Universe itself. I meant those vows; they burned themselves into my soul. And I wore that token on a pink ribbon around my neck and against my heart for the better part of a year.
It didn't work out, though. Sometimes, that is the way of things.