Love is a many-splendored thing, especially when you’re gawking at it from the outside. In this column, we’ll be examining the celebrity couples that give us hope for our own romantic futures and trying to learn what we can from their well-documented bonds.

Call it the PDA seen round the world. Yesterday Vogue street style photographer Cris Fragkou posted a clip of Nicole Kidman bathing in a euphoric glow after she trotted down the Balenciaga runway as part of the house’s star-studded couture show—and eventually she passed that euphoria onto her country-singer husband, Keith Urban, by way of not a peck but an open-mouth kiss. Urban looked like an elated schoolboy, and, voilà, a can’t-hide-it smile beamed across his face. Before this, I spotted Urban (and his signature highlighted, spiky coif) before the show’s livestream started, sitting quietly by himself, waiting for Kidman to make her debut. Balenciaga, schmalenciaga: The strummer was there for his beloved wife, and as she walked down the runway, he only had eyes for her.

The chemistry between the two Aussies, who have been married for more than 16 years, is undeniable. You can feel it radiate, spark, and exude a certain warmth that makes any onlooker not grossed out but rather yearn for the same thing. They are so into each other. Those PDA moments don’t feel constructed for the press or the people—instead, they look at each other like they are the only two people in the room, even while surrounded by millions of onlookers.

Nicole Kidman and Keith Urban at the Cannes Film Festival in 2013. Photo: Getty Images

In a profile of Kidman in the September 2006 issue of Vogue, she describes the relationship in a way that is deeply touching, her words about love still holding up all these years later. “I think I was asleep,” Kidman muses. “I’m not one to jump into things. I was very wary and damaged. I was working a lot to hide a lot of things, and my love affairs—because I just didn’t really want anybody around me—were with my films. I had the fortunate situation that I could go and just lose myself in those. I’m a big believer in the power of love, and it wasn’t that I’d given up hope, I was just… asleep. But now I feel like I’ve woken up again. Rather than living through characters, I’ve learned to be myself.”  

If that journey involves a little PDA or slipping your partner the tongue to keep the flame alive, I’m all for it.

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