The story of Jacob, Rachel and Leah compels me, comforts me, and... somewhat traumatizes me.
I love the sweet beginning in Genesis 29. It’s your classic “boy goes on journey, comes to a well, his eyes meet hers over bleating sheep, the shepherds fade into the background, they fall in love” type of story. Jacob was so enamored with Rachel he was willing to wait and work seven years to earn her hand; “they seemed only a few days to him because of the love he had for her.”
Just throwing myself out there a bit...