*Sings in my best Tina Turner voice* “What’s love got to do with it?” Apparently, EVERYTHING! Disclaimer: This article will either make you heart palpitate or make you cringe. In any case… enjoy the feels.
Quora users answered the question, “What is the most romantic thing someone said or did to you?”.
If you care to read more check out the original Quora thread at the end of the article.
We were all seated in a large hall and people were introducing themselves (and their families) one by one.
My husband is a very shy man so he deliberately sat at the end of the hall so that he could avoid giving the introduction. But almost an hour later, it was now his turn to introduce himself and his family to the rest of the room.
My husband got up, held the mic and introduced himself with his name and his current designation. He then pointed towards our daughter and said her name. Finally, he looked at me and holding the mic in his hands introduced me: ‘She is my wife Surabhi. She is a blogger and my guide‘. The moment he said ‘my guide’, everyone in the front turned to look at us.
I stood there smiling (pleasantly surprised with the sudden but warm compliment) and wondering whether I was plain lucky to have this man as my husband or if I truly deserved such love?
I do not think I am his guide as he is a self-guided man but I sincerely believe that acknowledging your wife’s support in front of all your seniors and mentors (who could possibly judge you for being emotional or a “wife’s boy”) and calling her your guide, even after six years of marriage, is certainly a romantic moment to be cherished for a lifetime.
This happened with a very special person. It hadn’t been long since we were consistently speaking and it took a small amount of time for us to realize that we had similar areas of interest and we clicked.
We talked about books, movies, songs and also discussed articles maybe from the newspaper or magazine. While discussing an article in HINDU, I suddenly asked: “WHAT IF I DIE TOMORROW?”
To which he very politely and casually replied: ” I WILL BUILD YOU A LIBRARY”. He paused for some time and continued with “BUT I WOULD BE HAPPIER IF YOU ARE ALIVE TO INAUGURATE IT”
This sentence gave me goosebumps and I really want to live to see that day.
Some months later, he confessed his feelings to me, by very sweetly saying ” YOU HAVE TRULY BECOME AN INSPIRATION, THE INNOCENCE THAT YOU HAVE PRESERVED IN YOURSELF IS A REAL GEM IN THIS WORLD, I CAN’T LOSE YOU, I’VE NEVER GATHERED THE GUTS TO SAY THIS. YOU TRULY ARE VERY DIFFERENT, AND WHO WANTS NORMAL”.
I have heard people say I love you and like you, but saying you are an inspiration totally swept me off my feet. I began to blush (thankfully we were talking through messages and so he didn’t see me blush).
It has been like 8 months, but till this day, every time he says something very sweet, pleasing and winsome, I am totally speechless.
My wife,invented a week long holiday for me.
Knowing that my late December birthday got me short shrift on both Christmas presents and birthday parties, she decided to make up for lost time and invented “Toddmas”.
Much like Hanukkah or the Twelve Days of Christmas, this involves a smaller gift each day, from Christmas to New Year’s Eve. Either Christmas itself or my birthday will have a larger gift, but getting a daily unwrapping of some exotic cookware or kitchen tool is pretty fun (I cook.)
Pretty sweet of her, especially since she was raised in a family that did very little gift giving.
My girl loves Salsa. A lot.
One day, she went out with me to a bookstore where I just irritated her by hovering over her and speaking about my favorite authors and their renowned work. Mainly, the books I told her to read, and the best thing about her, no matter how blunt I get, she never lets me down.
Gosh! There are soo many times, I fail to follow through and do the things, I commit to and yet, there she is, never backs out of an opportunity to surprise me. I could never be like her. Shes the best.
I received the most romantic thing from her. It wasnt my birthday, but she made it feel like it was.
She gifted me a book from one of my favorite pickups; Dean Koontzs RELENTLESS.
I didnt expect her to gift me with such a book but you can never underestimate her, she proves herself every time and exceeds my thoughts and expectations.
That day she even got irritated with me then spent her whole day afterward searched for that book in a humongous torturing mess, only for me, avoiding her salsa class. Looking for books is not her thing by the way. She did it because she’s so sweet and selfless. But this hasnt ended here.
When I asked her the reason she got me the book I wanted, she just smiled. Her response left me astonished and giggling. Later she texted me, Der is something in d book sweetheart! Again the curiosity jumbled my mind. So, when I fetched the book I found a little bookmark, scribbled on it was:
I love you <3
The reason she bumped her salsa class was just for the sake of fulfilling her boyfriends wish. I closed the book because I read enough in those three words. More specifically, the thousand feelings she put in that I love you, (her anger, her tantrums, her sweetness, everything that exist).
It all made sense. I just want to thank her! If she reads this.
Thank you, doll.
Youre incomparable. Youre irresistible. You are out of the ordinary.
In love with my girl.
The cute girl next door!
This might sound like a very silly answer, but here goes.
Whenever we eat out, he picks out all the paneer (cottage cheese usually marinated with Indian spices) from any of his dishes and puts it on my plate. And when he does, he does not have even a slight smile on his face or a lovey-dovey look. All his concentration is on the food. If we are in a group, he just keeps talking or does whatever he is doing. It is more like something that he does subconsciously.
The first time he learned I loved cheese or paneer in any form was probably 8 years ago when we first ate out somewhere. Since then, he has been constantly doing this – so much that it is now a habit. It makes me feel really warm inside.
So yeah, lifetime paneer supply over diamonds on our anniversary, any day!
A guy asked me to be his girlfriend the night before he left to France for a 3-month internship but I rejected him because I wasn’t sure. We remained close friends after that. On the night of my birthday (he was still in France), we video-called and he sent me a link to a website. It turned out that he made a video of each of our friends saying happy birthday to me, along with my favorite songs playing in the background. At the end of the video, he said happy birthday to me with Rascal Flatts’ song “My Wish.”
He is now my boyfriend of 2 years.
A couple of years ago, I was presenting at an international conference in Ireland. The schedule was very demanding like all scientific conferences, and I was extremely stressed because it was also my first time presenting. We planned a two day trip with a rental car to go to go to Ireland and relax. But, it just made things more stressful because we wanted to visit too many places, and all the daytime driving and heavy drinking at night took a toll.
So on the return to Germany, I was pretty much mentally and physically exhausted. She bought the train tickets at the airport and shoved me on the train. I was groggy and fell asleep, expecting to wake up in 2 hours when the train got to our city.
I woke up 4 hours later and the train was still moving through a flat landscape – the total opposite of the mountainous or hilly southwest Germany. I recognized it as northern Germany. Turns out she had bought tickets to take us to her home area to have a vacation staying with her parents, in a beautifully idyllic, rural place with a forest and large lake.
Best antidote possible.
I had to pay the train tickets back though.
You know what happens when people get drunk and talk? They blabber out the truth. So I had a fight with my boyfriend about something really trivial (it was my fault) so he was quite pissed. He had planned to stay over at his friend’s places for a night. It was an apartment with about 20-25 people staying over. I couldn’t join because I had a family gathering that same night. So, he went alone.
So at around 3 AM in the morning, when most of them went to sleep, he and 10 other intoxicated people decided to go to the terrace and enjoy the morning air. They started talking, heart to heart. One of them expresses that’s he tired of his parents’ expectations. Another one of them shares how his girlfriend was dating 2 people at the same time. One started pointing out how he was tired of his girlfriend that was always complaining. Suddenly everyone starts talking about their boyfriends and girlfriends. They all mention how they wanted their partners to be better people. How their expectations were being killed in their relationships and how modern day relationships were more about lust than love. So it’s my boyfriend’s turn to speak now. And my friends were sure he’d say something negative because we had a fight the same morning and we were having a kind of rough phase in the relationship (it was a brief phase). But to everyone’s surprise, he said, “I don’t know how to express my love for her. In my life’s priority list, she stands right where my family does. She’s different. She accepts me with all my faults and is the most caring person in the world. I commit mistakes, yet she’s there for me, she’s the best friend I have. I love her, she’s my life.” I know this because all our mutual friends sitting there told the exact same thing to me, first thing in the morning.
He said this. Among 15 drunk people talking about how tired they were of their relationships. It is by far the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard. It is easy to romance behind shut doors, it takes courage to do that in a crowd.
l had recently started a new job. There was also a very nice man who started shortly after. I loved the way he dressed and loved his shoes. One day, he came into the office with two large white buckets filled with the most beautiful and aromatic roses. When asked where he had gotten them, he smiled and said, Oh, I grow these in my garden, He walked around the office and let all the females in the office pick 24 roses from the dozens he had brought. I said to myself quietly, Wow, I wish I had a husband who grew roses for me.
A few months went by and I learned he was recently divorced and we had quite a few things in common. We went to the movies, had lunch – but nothing romantic. He was genuinely a very nice guy. When I left town on business, I knew I could count on him to take care of things in the office with my customers or even check on my condo if need be.
One day, I received news that a growth under my arm would have to be removed. He immediately offered to help out in whatever way he could. This would be a one-day procedure but I did need someone to drop me off and pick me up. Of course, he volunteered. The procedure went fine but I had a terrible reaction to the anesthesia. I was so groggy and nauseated, the surgeon decided to admit me. When I came into consciousness the first thing I saw was him sitting on the side of the bed, holding my hand. I tried to talk to him – I was urgently trying to get the thickness out of my tongue and get the words out, I am going to be sick. As he bent over to try and listen to me, I barfed all over his Armani suit. I was conscious enough to be horrified. But, he just smiled and said, “well, lets get you cleaned up” which he promptly did. I fell asleep, but when I woke up the attending nurse had this advice for me. Honey, if that isnt your husband, he ought to be. He has been by your side, cleaned you up and made sure we were taking care of you. Trust me, she continued, very few men would do that – married or not.
Yes, it is 29 years later and he was (as is) a keeper!
Music is an integral part of me. It has been for as long as I can remember. Initially, I could sing well too. Due to repeated attacks of cold and flu, I lost my voice quality and I was advised to stop pursuing singing. When this happened, I was shattered and it hit me hard. I had great difficulty accepting this fact. My ex-girlfriend knew about this and she was a great singer. On my birthday, we had gone to some place in the evening.
I asked her, “Where’s my gift?”
She said, Youll get it when you reach your house.
After the dinner, I dropped her to her place and I rushed back home. I was curious about the gift. I headed towards my room and I saw a small box wrapped in blue packing paper with a red ribbon. There was a card placed above the box. I opened the card. She had written,
Love is never wanting to lose faith, never wanting to give up and never truly moving on. Love is knowing and praying in the deepest part of whats left of your heart that they feel the same. Ill always love you. Happy Birthday, G.D.
It brought a wide smile to my face and then I removed the ribbon from the box very carefully and unpacked the box. There was a CD in the box. I played the CD and plugged in my earphones to the laptop. The playlist started to roll. The first song was
Happy Birthday to you
The next ones were:
- When youre gone
- Cant get you out of my head
- Baby, now that I have found you
- Saving all my love for you
- When you say nothing at all
- Beautiful disaster
- Truly madly deeply
- We are one
- My heart will go on
She sang all those songs for me in her beautiful voice. It is the most beautiful, most romantic, most sensual thing anyone could do for me. The songs struck a chord in my heart and I felt so special. So loved. Even now, I have that CD and I listen to it every once in a while.
Ive experienced quite an array of romantic gestures, but its always the small things that get me. This is my favorite:
Whenever I go to visit my boyfriend in Luxembourg, he buys all the food that I like (Im vegetarian and he isnt, so he doesnt really understand vegetables or know what to do with them) and attempts to make the dishes that I like and have previously made for us both.
He works in finance but heads to the gym early (5:30 am) every morning before work, but before leaving the house, he always brings me a glass of orange juice and places it on the bedside table and gives me a kiss before leaving. Im not one for gooey gestures and you will never see us display affection like this in public, but it always touches me when I think of how considerate and appropriately sweet his gestures are.
It was more what he didn’t say.
I was dating a Dutch guy who was living in the Netherlands. I’m from Australia.
We had just spent a glorious few weeks together in Europe, and were at the airport, waiting for my plane to snatch me away back home.
We were absolutely racked with sobs, drenching each other’s shirts in tears. It was an awfully sad sight.
Overcome with emotion, I leaned into him and managed to squeak out, “I.. l-love you.”
He said nothing, but pulled me in tighter, hurling fresh sobs into my neck.
I remember sitting on the plane home feeling like an absolute fool for saying anything, and for allowing myself to become so vulnerable. The rejection of his wordless response stung hard. I did not bring it up again but did wallow in self-pity and pain for a few weeks.
Still, we kept in touch, almost daily. At about the six-week mark of separation, we were having a phone call one day.
It started getting quite emotional, and we talked about our feelings for each other and what the future could possibly hold for us as a couple.
He told me he loved me. For the first time.
I said, “Please don’t say that unless you mean it.”
He said, “I’m telling you I mean it.
I timidly asked him, “Didn’t you hear me say it to you at the airport? Why didn’t you say it back?
This is where it gets romantic:
Him: “I didn’t say it because I didn’t want it to feel forced. I didn’t want you thinking I was saying it just because we were parting and caught up in emotion. I wanted to say it to you at a time when I had absolutely no obligation to. So you would know it was real.
The maturity and clarity of his response astounded me.
In 2012, after 40-something years of writing, I finished my first book of poetry for adults. I already had three poetry books for children, so I was very excited to finally have a book for grownups.
Since my life partner, Robert, is also an author, I asked if he would do me the honor of writing the Introduction for my book.
Expecting something short and to the point, I was blown away by the sweet and loving Introduction he had written, which is now proudly printed in my book:
Like a rose with many petals sharing its sweet aroma — this is how I see and feel about the love of my life, CJ Heck.
She is my electric blue-eyed girl, who can be both little girl, or strong woman, whenever and wherever the situation calls for it. She is both sensuous and exciting, and soft and affectionate.
Tragedy struck her life early with the death of her husband in Vietnam. This experience laid open the very core of her heart and soul and opened the channel to a well of compassion and sensitivity that waited deep within. Her pain was the fertilizer that helped her bloom as a writer.
Her poetry is not a surface observation, but a soulful interpretation of the events and people who have inspired her.
CJ writes both eloquently and simply of things that touch her heart, things she wants to share. She is gifted at painting a picture with words on the heart and imagination of others, thereby communicating not just an image, but a life experience.
I feel very honored to have been asked to write this introduction and share my feelings about CJ Heck. She is the water for my soil, the sunlight for my petals, and the nurturer of my growth.
Sit back, open your heart, and enjoy the journey as revealed through her words, images, and emotions. You are blessed by this opportunity to know her in words, as I know her in life.
Robert S. Cosmar Author
Now, THATs romantic.
After I delivered our son, Jason McDonald said he was going to let me rest in the hospital room for a while (the bigger, fancier maternity suite he’d paid extra for me to be placed in). I was grateful for the sleep, having spent 33 hours in labor. When I awoke, he was there with my favorite carry-out order from Outback Steakhouse and a sapphire moon and star necklace I’d offhandedly said I liked several weeks earlier. That was epic.
I remember my husband and I were having a fight and I was giving him the silent treatment. That same day I was boarding a train to go with my friends on a mountainous vacation in another town. The train was an overnight one, and after a few hours in, we had exhausted all the games we could play to pass the time so we settled to sleep. As I was dozing off, I heard his voice in my dream, and I opened my eyes to see him standing right there in front of me. I remember gaping at him and then asking a million questions as to why he was there because he didn’t know the time of our train, and why didn’t he appear in the beginning, or how did he get on the train. Turned out he asked two of my friends if he could join and they secretly fed him all the information, and he got on the train from the same station with us but decided to have a dramatic appearance when I least expected. Needless to say, I immediately forgot about the fight, and the vacation for me was as much about him as it was about my friends.
One day, my best friend working late at his trading desk in Hong Kong, he sends me a Whatsapp picture of a burger and fries.
It’s about 9 pm his time and 1 pm mine in London. Me, “that looks tasty, I just had a boring sandwich, I’d love a burger right now.” Him, “what time do you finish tonight.” Perplexed, I said, “it’s going to be a late one, I’m helping out another office, but should be home by about 8:30 pm.”
I arrive home about 8:15 pm. I’m pottering around and my doorbell rings, it’s 8:31 pm. A delivery guy is outside. That’s strange must have got the wrong flat number. He advises it’s definitely for a Miss Mian. I open it up It’s a burger. Then I read my email, I could see he placed an order in my name. I had to wait until the morning to thank him because of the time difference.
It made me realize how thoughtful he was and why he’s my best friend.
My boss thinks he’s marriage material. There are 6000 miles between us, and two years before he can come back. Will I convince him I’m the one, who knows? but it’s certainly worth a damn good shot.
Almost three years ago I was recently divorced and leaving on a cruise with five of my best friends.
On this cruise, there were a group of guys who I already partially knew, and out of this group, I met a guy named Jason.
We became quick friends but I was not interested in dating him. He made it clear to me he would very much like to date me if I was ever ready and honestly it freaked me out a little bit.
We returned home and I continued to spend basically every day with Jason- he was my very best friend! He even knew my birthday was coming up and secretly planned a whole day for me starting with feeding rhinos at the zoo. Then he set up lunch for me with my best friends, while he snuck over to my parents’ house and set up a surprise party. He knew I usually cried and hated my birthday so he wanted me to be happy and enjoy my whole day. I definitely didn’t hate my birthday for the first time, it was so much fun.
As May approached I knew his month long family trip to Italy was coming up because he had invited me along saying he would pay for everything because he would enjoy the trip so much more if I was there! I turned it down because I needed to figure out if I wanted to really date him or not, and didn’t want to take advantage of him for a trip.
I spent that month (like the months before) going on lots of dates with many guys. One day before a date I was over at Jasons house with his friends and ran into Jasons room to grab something. I saw a little paper next to his journal and bent over to see what it said.
That moment it hit me that I was being so dumb and I needed to and was ready to date him exclusively. Tears welled up in my eyes and I couldn’t believe I had found someone who cared so much about me.
Well, we dated for real when he got home and it was the best decision I’ve ever made. Jason continues to treat me like a princess every single day and I still cry like a baby almost every day at his kindness and selflessness, I’m so grateful for him. Weve been married for a little over a year now and it’s so clear he doesn’t have it in his sweet soul to ever be rude, disrespectful, or unkind to me or anyone else!
Every few nights after we have prayed together I will almost be asleep, all wrapped up in his arms, and Jason will whisper Code? And I’ll mumble Hmm?
Are you happy?
And every single time I can honestly and whole heartedly say Yes, I am so happy.
Then I lay awake and cry at how lucky I am to have such a sweet and gentle man always by my side.
That may have been more than one romantic thing he has done, but it’s so hard to just choose one!
On our second date, despite barely knowing each other, we went on a day trip to Cologne, in Germany. By the end of the day, you know a lot about someone, and more than anything, you know how much you like them. I didnt want him to leave. Although this wasnt necessarily a romantic gesture, going on a day trip to another country for your second date is rather special. What makes it special isnt its extravagance, but the little things. Throughout the trip, he treated me with exceptional respect, and the moment I got into his car in the morning he told me hed made sandwiches for us both, in case we got hungry. The sandwiches were absolutely delicious, and I thought this was an adorable gesture. Im pretty sure thats what sealed the deal for us.
Everytime my boyfriend writes me a letter.
I know, I know, some may say that there’s nothing extraordinary about it. Everyone can just write letters, right? But his letters are different.
He doesn’t write it in some fancy paper, greeting cards or print it in a printer. They’re all handwritten on paper and sometimes they look like the kind of paper that he just grabbed from a nearby used pile after having a brilliant idea.
He gave me that one our first anniversary. Last time we were miles away from each other, we had online chats every single day and still, he sent me a handwritten message.
I love how the way he loves me. I won’t get tired of his simple and sweet ways. Creating these lovely handwritten gifts is the most romantic thing someone ever did to me. Simple, just the way I like it.
We had a long-distance acquaintanceship. No, we didn’t meet online, but through my parents in Florida who met her and her family while I was working in New York. My parents put me in contact with her. We spoke on the phone and emailed for months. We really liked each other, it seemed.
Fast forward around a year, we meet for the first time, and I asked her to be my girlfriend that same day. I don’t play around. She said yes. As unusual and far-fetched as it may seem, we began to feel something related to love prior to meeting in person for the first time. Call us weird, crazy, I know. I tried to be as creative and romantic as possible when it came to “popping the question,” so needless to say that a small Zen-like fountain of water belonging to my sister, rose pedals, blind-fold, teddy bear (I think), candies of some sort (if I recall correctly), our own personal photographer (one of my relatives), along with a romantic dinner for two, were all working in symphony to make this moment special and memorable.
Yes, I did read the question correctly. I’m getting there. I mentioned the above to give some perspective on how “her doing something romantic for me” was the last thing on my mind since I’d just finished doing something for her to make her my girl.
This is how things unfolded to the best of my recollection. Some days after becoming “official” we’re hanging out at my parent’s house, and she asks to go outside. ”Sure”, I say. As were walking outside, she asks to go to my car. My car? Why? She smiles, insists, and we go to the car. We sit down, make ourselves comfortable, and close the doors. She asks if I may please turn on a light. I do, and she hands me this huge envelope. I open it and find what looks like a hand-made poem (scroll type of thing). It was neat. She hand embroidered one of the ends of the collection of four or five long pages, so indeed the pages flowed like a scroll. Colors, beautiful handwriting, stickers, among other things, adorned the poem. I read it. It was beautiful. It was about our love, about me, about how the distance between us has only served to bring us closer together in spirit. Something along those lines. I nearly shed a tear. I still wondered why we had to come to the car to read this, but oh well, maybe theres something I dont know. We embraced, I was beaming from ear to ear, and then she gives me something else. It looked like a CD or DVD. She tells me to play the CD, and I do as instructed. A melodic guitar tune envelopes the air, it sounds beautiful, I like the singers voice, the rhythm was great, romantic, sensual, and all of a sudden, a minute or so into the song, I looked at her with a puzzled look and said, My love, this song, this song sounds familiar. Is this…is this the… Shes smiling at me as if the world was coming to an end, and she was gracing my soul with her smile for the last time. Is this the poem? We were both finally on the same page, and we begin to laugh hysterically, while I still couldnt believe what had happened even days later. I was speechless, breathless. This lovely girl arranged the recording of a song for me, about me and our love, in a professional recording studio, mind you, somehow convinced a professional singer/guitar player to collaborate with her, and had the ability to present the song to me in a genius way Im unlikely to forget. Wow.
After my wedding, I moved to the USA with my husband. I have started to live with a new person in a new city. Initially, I was a little bit scared when I was alone at home. As days went by, I’m adjusting well and engage in some work to avoid my loneliness.
During “that time of the month’ I could not get up from my bed since I was having severe stomach aches. He asked me to sleep and he made some breakfast, sked me to have it and left for the office. I felt alone and with no one to care for me. I didn’t even have the breakfast as I was not in a condition to get up from my bed.
After an hour, I got a call from my husband asking me how I was. I lied to him and said I was good and ate the breakfast he made. I didn’t want to disturb while he was at work.
Immediately, I could notice someone opened the main door. Surprisingly, it was my husband who came home early to check on me. He went to the kitchen and noticed that I didn’t eat anything. He immediately called my mom and asked what to do. She told him to give some buttermilk with fenugreek seeds (home medicine for my stomach ache). He came to the bedroom with a glass of buttermilk and fenugreek seeds. Tears rolled down my eyes just looking at him.
He told me you are my life, you are more important to me than anything. If you are not well, I’m there to take care of you.
Seeing the look in his eyes, all I could say was “I love you.”
He cooked my favorite food for lunch and we happily watched a movie.
While I was General Manager of a private oceanside resort in Pawleys Island, my boyfriend involved the Prison Officer’s Association President and had him call me to say that there was a problem on the pier and that he needed me there pronto. After ending a stressful summer day, I was not thrilled with the idea of driving back to Pawleys Island.
Walked straight out onto the private 800 ft. pier, as I could see the president of the association looking over the side, at the end. I had walked right past a table with flowers and a four-course dinner, even though I will admit it was over to the side and my concentration was on the problem over the side of the pier, and straight ahead on the President. I respected the higher ups.
The president swatted me on the backside and said, “it’s your problem now”, and as I looked over there stood my boyfriend, Carlo.
Carlo got down on one knee, told me he had asked my Dad if he could marry me and handled me a love letter he had written to me about why he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. My ring was designed by him on jewelers row in Philadelphia, and it was beautiful (even though I did upgrade when we could afford it). I had not noticed the pier was empty except for us three.
We ate the dinner that was catered by a local chef, drank champagne, and I said yes. That was almost nineteen years ago.
An audience of my property owners and renters were waiting at the bottom of the pier ramp after our exciting dinner.
My hubby still asks me to marry him over and over again even though were already married. He would ask me over the phone or when were hanging out together. He would kneel on the street, look at me with smiling green eyes and say, Will you marry me? And Id answer with a smile and a wink, Ive already done that. Then hed say, Marry me again? And wed go on with this forever.
Also, I have anxiety. So when Im having an attack and he sees how pale my face looks, he says to me, lean your head on my shoulder, close your eyes, and forget everything. And I swear my anxiety goes away when I do this with him.
He reminds me on a weekly basis (or daily, if he has to) of the things that I need to do regarding my postgraduate studies. He constantly asks me whether I made any progress with this application or that, or whether I gave up on that offer or if I’m only taking the time to consider. He would just do it beautifully and assure me that he would always and forever support my education.
As a teenager, romantic guys are a bit hard to come by, so my story may seem to be not as big a deal as some others. But still, my younger, 14-year-old self-counted this as one of the best things to ever happen to me.
So I had just met the man I knew for sure I was going to marry. He was beautiful, talented, and *gasp* a sophomore!
We were texting, and I asked him what he saw in me and how such a great guy like him could ever fall for a girl like me?
As I waited for a response, I got a call. His name popped up on the screen. I smiled and answered.
Hello? I said, wondering why he would be calling me.
I had to call you because it would hurt my fingers too much to write it all down.
He then proceeded to tell me all the amazing things he liked about me. You better believe that I was on cloud nine for days, maybe even weeks!
To this day, no guy has ever said or done something to me as sweet as that.
I have been dating my boyfriend for almost three years now (there’s less than a month to go for our third anniversary). We recently decided to get engaged and our parents were well..over the moon.
But before a formal decision could be taken, my boyfriend wrote my father a letter. I have blanked out a few names, incidents, dates in this letter for the sake of anonymity. Yes, it would be way too easy for a lot of people on Quora to figure out who we are. I hope the content more than makes up for it though. Here is the email:
As you’re aware, I have been employed in an unofficial capacity with Das and Co. as Boyfriend – the Department of Ankita Das, since the 8th of December, 2010. During these 3 years (nearly there) I have gained a thorough understanding of the organization, and the role assigned to me in particular. I have undergone rigorous training in varied fields like Shopping; Mood Swings; preferred TV series, Movies, and Music; Organizational Structure and Behavior; What I May and May Not Wear; and How my Facial Hair must be arranged to name a few.
Working in this department has been, and continues to be, an immensely pleasurable experience. I believe that the adulation and awards I have received over the years suggest that the department has had a similar experience. I strongly believe that with my enhanced theoretical and practical knowledge, I am now ready for a promotion. I hereby request you to consider my candidature for the position of Fiance - Ankita Das. The department has already made an unofficial offer in that direction. I hope you will give the matter due consideration and accept my application. Kindly find my CV attached with this mail.
I promise to continue performing to the best of my ability and meet the expectations the organization has come to expect of me. I am confident that with your support and guidance, I shall continue to deliver good performance day after day, month after month, year after year.
Yeah, his resume was attached.
I just wrote an exam and the results were revealed. I got a big fat 0.
It doesn’t sound that bad, but for someone who had always been in the top 10% of the class, someone whod never EVER in her life gotten a zero, it was a big deal. It was also a subject I loved, a subject I had given all my time to. It was very stupid, but for some reason, it hit me hard that day.
Needless to say, I was very VERY sad. I just wanted to be alone for some time.I ran to my dorm and barricaded myself in. It was a girls hostel, no boys allowed inside.
My best friend (and boyfriend) Neal wouldnt have any of that. Come out, he said, “I’ll cheer you up!
Not today, please. I’m really not in the mood.
A little more whining, a little over reaction from my side. Finally, I said bye in the most commanding tone I had and cut the call before he could reply. I knew I was being unreasonable, but damn it I wanted to be alone.
I switched off my phone.
Fast forward to 4 hours later…
Im still sad, trying to distract myself when I hear a knock on my door. Some girl saying, Neal, is waiting outside the hostel for me and he won’t leave till I see him.
I go out grumbling promising myself itll be a short visit. I amble along to the door and go to him.
Hes literally jumping up and down as he hands me a bag. Intrigued, I open it.
A crazy goofy smile immediately spreads across my face. It’s a burger and fries from McDonald’s.
Wait. No. You dont understand.
In the place I live, there’s only one McDonald’s. One shop that sells nice burgers in the entire state of Goa, India and it was a good 40 kilometers (25 miles) away. Neal, my stupid idiot beautiful Neal, he went out on a rented bike (we arent allowed vehicles of our own on campus), drove 1 hour to that place (other side of the state), packed me my favorite thing in the world-those heavenly burgers (plus flowers) and drove back (another hour) in the night. Risking punishment for missing the campus curfew.
Also as college students, we were very broke.
He was soo thoughtful and spent soo much time and money, into making me happy, all the while I was the one being unreasonable.
That was the best and most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me. I can’t thank God enough for letting me have him in my life.
I was instantly cured of my sadness