Two lovers meet

A fairytale:

Two lovers meet, and cry for a week, without stopping, soaking their pillows as they sleep, salting their meals as they eat. Still weeping, they marry. The marriage bed looks as if it was left out out in the rain. And once they sleep that night, shivering in the damp and the cold, the tears stop; and when they wake up the next morning they find that they've cried out all the sadness of seventeen years, and will be perfectly happy from then until the end of their days. No fresh cause for grief will touch them.

Hopeful lovers will leave their bedroom windows open, that lovers might bless their bed with rain; and a marriage bed might, by the very romantic or the very old, be blessed with saltwater.