He is ...
I was walking past/through/across Plaza de España , in Madrid. This is a better part of the city, it's the better , with a lot of people walking in the street. A lot of differents faces, races, sounds, colors... I love it . One day, like a lot of other ordinary days, I was listening to one of my favourites groups, Vetusta Morla , and suddenly when I glanced up and saw the perfect man of my life.
He was reclining on a wall.
The world stopped.
He also was listening to music, but he saw me, and he asked me, "Excuse me, are you going to the underground?" ... - no, I'm just walking .... - oh, ok , could I walk with you? - oh,..... Yes, why not!-
Over the course of 3 hours we talked about a lot of things. We spoke like we were part of the same family people, and was a new feeling for me. It was a strange feeling but I think that I will never feel the same again.
He lived one hour by car from me and after the day we met, we spent a lot of time talking, until I discovered that we were married ....
Interpretation of the last 3 words - I'm not sure if you meant to say "we were married", or "he was married".