Well I have had many moments in the past when my love completely amazed me with his loving and caring attitude. But there is an incident that I can never ever forget. I decided to share it here.
To start with, I will try to write our quick background here. He works in US and I'm in India. We always managed to take out time to talk to each other despite of our busy schedules. It was in December 2014, It was too cold at my place and I was suffering from severe fever for few days. It was a Saturday afternoon, I was having very high fever. We both used to talk for minimum two to three hours on week
Well I have had many moments in the past when my love completely amazed me with his loving and caring attitude. But there is an incident that I can never ever forget. I decided to share it here.
To start with, I will try to write our quick background here. He works in US and I'm in India. We always managed to take out time to talk to each other despite of our busy schedules. It was in December 2014, It was too cold at my place and I was suffering from severe fever for few days. It was a Saturday afternoon, I was having very high fever. We both used to talk for minimum two to three hours on weekends. So , as usual he skyped me. I was not well but still was excited for our weekend call. As soon I went on the video, he instantly made out that I'm not well. He told me to cut the call and sleep. I was hell bent on talking to him . I requested him to stay for sometime.
He(scolding me) : Please Sleep. You are not well. I promise you I will make up for this call next weekend. You need to have rest.
Me: No, I'm fine.
He: I can see that. Your eyes are red and you can barely talk. Please take rest Princess. We will talk for hours when you'd get fine.
Me(angrily): One more time you tell me to sleep, I will cut the call . Already I'm so bored of laying down on this bed since last 5 days.
He: Okay,I'm here. Not going anywhere. But please don't speak too much. You have a sore throat.
Me: Yeah, I just need to look at that handsome face of yours and I will feel all fine. You know I did not go out this weekend.I so want to go out for a drive with my favorite music ON. I wish I could go but my mom will not let me go out until I get all fine.
He: You want to go for a drive?
Me: Yes.
He: No , you will not go anywhere. You are not fine. Got it?
Me: Yes Boss.
He: Can I call you after 5 minutes? I need to get some work done.
She : Yes, I'm waiting.
It was 2 a.m at his place and around 3:30 pm at my place.I receive a call after few minutes.
When I pick up the call, I was surprised to see that he was in his car with my favorite music in the background. He said "See, I will take my darling for the long drive. We promised each other that we will never let this distance come in between us in any way". I had tears in my eyes and I was completely surprised by the love and dedication this man shows for our relationship.
Me(with teary eyes) : Please don't go out. Its freaking 2 a.m at your place.
He: Sssshhhhh. Keep quiet. Can I start now?
He placed his phone on dashboard and drove for around thirty minutes. Showed me the restaurants he often visits, showed me his gym and the grocery store he goes to and was continuously talking to me while driving. I kept telling him don't talk and drive. He said that its around 2.30 a.m and roads are almost empty.I almost felt like I am sitting next to him and holding hands.I had a smile on my face and he was also looking so happy for taking me out for that virtual drive.And then I pleaded him to go back because it was getting too late. He went back at his apartment and then again called me from there.
Me: Are you mad? Why did you do that?
He: You wanted to go out and I'm sorry that I cannot take you out for a real one. Going out on a SKYPE DRIVE is the only thing I can do.Anything for you.
Me: I Love You.
He: I Love you too Sweetheart.Now you should cut the call and take rest. I want to see you in a better shape tomorrow.
Me: Okay.(Slept with a huge smile)
When I was 16 years old, I was talking to my girlfriend (now ex-girlfriend) and she mentioned having stomach pains related to her menstrual cycle. Since we were both girls, I could relate and I asked if I should come over (she lived about 15 minutes away on bicycle). She said sure, but only if I had the time. I hung up and grabbed vanilla ice cream out of the freezer, sprinkles, chocolate sauce, and soda for later. I biked to her place (around March, so about 2 degrees Celsius) and we had a lovely time in her room eating ice cream and watching bad horror movies. Later we drank some of the soda
When I was 16 years old, I was talking to my girlfriend (now ex-girlfriend) and she mentioned having stomach pains related to her menstrual cycle. Since we were both girls, I could relate and I asked if I should come over (she lived about 15 minutes away on bicycle). She said sure, but only if I had the time. I hung up and grabbed vanilla ice cream out of the freezer, sprinkles, chocolate sauce, and soda for later. I biked to her place (around March, so about 2 degrees Celsius) and we had a lovely time in her room eating ice cream and watching bad horror movies. Later we drank some of the soda and some hot chocolate, and then I said my goodnights. She kissed me and I drove back home and texted her the next morning to hear if she was feeling better, and she fortunately was.
It wasn’t until 6 months after we broke up (the relationship only lasted 2 months, and she broke up with me via Skype even after we’d agreed to meet in person and go back to her place and talk) that I learned she had been cheating on me the entire time we’d been together. She was proudly bisexual (and I’m a lesbian), but in her own words; “A girlfriend is just something you have when you don’t have a boyfriend.” I was just entertainment for her. She wasn’t in love, she was passing the time until she could get a boyfriend. We’d known each other for almost 6 years at the time, then we dated for 2 months, and now we haven’t spoken to each other in almost 6 years. My longest relationship was 2 months, and her casual cheating on me made me really distrust any future potential partners. So yeah, I thought I was being a good girlfriend, when in reality I was just a maid.
Single now for 6, almost 7, years.
It was 2002, I was quitting my job at Microsoft, it was approaching our three-year anniversary, and I knew without a doubt that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with the woman of my dreams, Leslie. We started the process of buying a new house.
Unbeknownst to her, I also set the wheels in motion for our engagement plan. My first problem was what exactly I should give her to propose with. First I considered buying a ring to surprise her with. This had a couple of problems. For one thing, I didn't trust my taste in rings. For another, she had said at one point that she didn't really want a di
It was 2002, I was quitting my job at Microsoft, it was approaching our three-year anniversary, and I knew without a doubt that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with the woman of my dreams, Leslie. We started the process of buying a new house.
Unbeknownst to her, I also set the wheels in motion for our engagement plan. My first problem was what exactly I should give her to propose with. First I considered buying a ring to surprise her with. This had a couple of problems. For one thing, I didn't trust my taste in rings. For another, she had said at one point that she didn't really want a diamond, but would prefer another stone. I thought she might have been just musing aloud, but I wasn't sure. I did not want to plunk down on the wrong rock!
The next possibility was to have her tell me what kind of ring she wanted, and then surprise her with the ring at a later time. I felt like this wasn't romantic enough--I wanted to surprise her.
So I thought, "What are the things that really define us as a couple?" One of the answers that came to mind was our love of traveling together. And then it clicked: Tickets. I'd surprise her with airplane tickets. But to where?
For help with this conundrum, I decided to go to, of all places, a frequent flyer bulletin board, Flyertalk. I had a bunch of frequent flyer miles with United from previous excursions (and at the time UAL was threatening bankruptcy, which could wipe them out). So I asked the flyers where to find diamonds.
The most intriguing reply was Antwerp. It's widely recognized as the diamond capital of the world, some of Leslie's favorite artists are there, and it's conveniently located near many of Europe's other great cities. Some of the flyertalk folks helped out immensely, even spending hours on the phone answering questions. I hashed out the details and called to book tickets to Brussels, a 25 minute train ride from Antwerp, on Oct 19 - Oct 28. The booking agent mentioned that the layover was in Chicago. And then another idea was born.
I knew that the first thing Leslie would want to do after I proposed was share the news with her family. Chicago was awfully close to Madison, WI, where they all live. What if I could get them all to Chicago to surprise her? I decided to talk to my parents about it and get their opinion. To my surprise, they were planning on being in Chicago up until that weekend themselves. Then everything started coming together.
I made an appointment with Fox's Gem Shop in Seattle, which came highly recommended by a friend. I explained my situation, and they happily spent nearly five hours over the course of two days teaching me about the ins and outs of diamonds, knowing full well that they wouldn't sell me any. I can't commend their helpful and knowledgeable staff highly enough. If you can't make it to Antwerp, check them out. When all was said and done, I was fully equipped to buy the most expensive piece of pencil lead of my life.
Fast forward three months of intense planning. I told Leslie that we were going to visit Portland for the weekend while my parents were out of town, just to relax and spend some quality time together. The day before we left, I told her we had a problem. My mom had just been called by the Portland airport, and she left her car illegally parked. She had to move her car or it would be towed. She asked me to move it for her, so what if we just flew down to Portland?
Leslie agreed. So that morning, we grabbed our bags and headed to the airport. I mentioned the night before that we should overpack, since we could stay a few extra days if we needed to.
We arrived at the airport around 8 AM. We walked in the door and up to the check-in counter. I asked Leslie to set her bags down for a moment, since there was something I needed to tell her.
"Leslie, I have a confession. I don't have tickets for Portland. I do, however, have tickets for Antwerp, the diamond capital of the world. I'd like to buy you a ring there, if you'll have me." I got down on one knee. "Will you marry me?"
Thankfully, she said, "Yes!"
We hugged and kissed, euphoric. Then we went to the check-in counter. We told the clerk why we were so giggly, and he confided, "We know--everyone at the counter was watching. We thought it was the sweetest thing ever. We wanted to pull you out of line, but our boss wouldn't let us!" A minute later he said, "It was so sweet, I even saw some tourist snapping pictures of you." Leslie later mentioned that she only wished she'd thought to track down that tourist and get their contact information.
We headed off to the gate for our flight. Getting on the plane, we realized that we'd been bumped to first class by the kindly desk clerk. We settled in for the trip to Chicago, and Leslie insisted on a full breakdown of the plans. I told her that I had booked a nice restaurant for dinner at 5:30, and afterwards we'd visit my grandmother in Chicago. I told her that both our parents were arranging to be by the phone at 7:30 so we could call them all after dinner, but in the mean time, we could have a few hours to enjoy the moment for ourselves. We read about Antwerp (I'd packed several travel books, as well as a mystery for her to read), and I told her about my research in shopping for diamonds.
We arrived in Chicago and checked in to our hotel. Leslie was famished, and we arrived at the restaurant at 5:30 sharp. We introduced ourselves to Raphael, the Maitre 'd, who greeted me warmly. Fortunately, I had this covered--I told Leslie that I'd explained my surprise to the wait staff and they were very excited to have us there. Raphael told us that he had our reservation in the private dining area in the rear. As he led us there, Leslie noticed the huge tables set out, and commented that someone must be having a big party.
Raphael led us around a corner. A chorus of shouts broke forth: "CONGRATULATIONS!" We were greeted by 30 family and friends from both sides, flow in and driven in from all over for the party.
After making a full round of twenty four tearful hellos and embraces, Leslie turned to me and said, "This was the most wonderful day you could have possibly planned. Now, please tell me if you have any other surprises. My heart can't take any more."
We finished dinner, talked to everyone, and crashed for the night. The next morning we were on the plane and off to Brussels.
We arrived at the Brussels Sheraton to find it was located just a few minutes from the train station. They gave us a complimentary upgrade to the club level, and the room was fantastic. The next morning we set out for Antwerp. The train ride was short, and Antwerp was amazing. The first day we started on Pelikanstrasse, somewhat clueless, and looked at the "gold boxes" along the street. These were cheap, one-room diamond shops that had mostly inferior goods, and were (we later found out) known for forged certificates and, worse, fake diamonds. On the plus side, we got to see lots of big diamonds (large, highly-flawed stones were what they used to lure in the passersby) and get ourselves acquainted with the scene. We had a sumptuous lunch, and finished the day looking at diamonds in much better, more reputable shops along the main shopping drag. It was here that Leslie uttered the sweetest words I was to hear the entire trip: "Two-carat diamonds are just overdoing it a little, don't you think?"
We went back to the hotel, and I prepared for our assault the next day. I had the concierge make an appointment with Joaillerie du Centre, a highly regarded local shop that was referred to me by one of the people on the Flyertalk board. They were also well spoken of by their competitors. We headed back to Antwerp, where we checked out a few more diamond shops and had fantastically elaborate tea and chocolates at Del Ray, arguably the finest chocolate purveyors in the world. Then it came time for the real business: looking at the rocks.
Ludo de Clyr, the owner of Joaillerie du Centre, was absolutely fantastic to us. He brought out fifteen paper packets, each with a different diamond for us to look at, that he'd taken on consignment from the rock-cutters that morning. Each was close to our requirements; it was only a matter of picking out The One. We spent hours staring through the loupe, balancing stones on empty rings, and scrutinizing certificates.
Then Leslie picked the one.
We had it set temporarily as you see in this picture, in a classic white gold setting. (Leslie went on to design her own ring, which Fox's Gem Shop cast in platinum, that incorporates two small diamonds from my great-grandmother's ring). We came back the next day to pick up the stone, had the best dinner of our trip (helped along by free drinks from the delighted owner of the restaurant), and got ready for the next part of our trip.
Friday, we left Belgium for Paris. Unfortunately, we arrived in the pouring rain. Even more unfortunately, the advice we got--"don't bother with reservations, such-and-such delightful hotel doesn't take them, and they always have rooms" was doubly incorrect. We wandered the streets, loaded with luggage, in the pouring rain, for a good hour before we found a hotel. We took a quick shower, though, and were good as new.
We had a spectacular Paris weekend, visiting every museum we could squeeze in and feasting like kings. Finally, it was time to head back to Seattle.
Leslie went out to pick up the mail and found her last surprise. The "tourist snapping pictures" was a photographer I'd hired, and she'd mailed the pictures while we were gone.
That's the story of our engagement. We're getting ready for our 10-year anniversary this year.
Well…
there was a girl I really loved. Though our relationship was short lived, I was certain she was the one. I used to write her poems, and I had written one she really liked, and she told me it was her favorite.
We used to surf together at a special spot. After the split, I took that poem to a stone yard that carves headstones (I know, kinda dark, but they were the only place that could laser cut granite.)
I took a piece of Brazilian Blue granite, and had them laser cut the poem into this piece of stone. I then painted gold leaf into the words.
I took this stone, a portable generator, a diamond
Well…
there was a girl I really loved. Though our relationship was short lived, I was certain she was the one. I used to write her poems, and I had written one she really liked, and she told me it was her favorite.
We used to surf together at a special spot. After the split, I took that poem to a stone yard that carves headstones (I know, kinda dark, but they were the only place that could laser cut granite.)
I took a piece of Brazilian Blue granite, and had them laser cut the poem into this piece of stone. I then painted gold leaf into the words.
I took this stone, a portable generator, a diamond saw, a jack hammer, and some cement, and proceeded to cut and install it into the sidewalk where you enter the beach at our spot.
I began around 3:30 pm, and worked on it until about 7:00. During this time, two guys from the city pulled up and asked what the fuck I was doing. So I told them. Told them that I wrote this for the love of my life, and that I desperately needed to do this for closure. Both of them were silent when one said that not only would they let me finish it, they would give me some safety cones to put around it until the cement set.
After they left, I went about my work. By about 7 I was done and cleaned up. I whispered I love you, and left.
It was still there a few years ago, weathered but there. While I was there, an older couple was reading it. I saw the lady wipe her eyes, they embraced, and left. It really moved me.
I never saw my love again, and never told her what I did. Maybe she saw it. I’d like to think she did, and it made her think about me.
I’m going to see if it’s there still. If so, I’ll tell you where it is.
My partner and I are long distance. At the time, we had been seeing each other for 7 months.
He had started a new semester and taken up Tango because of a lifelong curiosity. Only a couple classes into the semester, he became totally obsessed and Tango became the only thing he would ever talk about. He was going almost every night to a tango event and would call me and tell me all about it. He then started trying to get me to try a class.
I was not so keen on the idea. I pictured him dancing some boring ballroom/waltz/4-step thing and I had no interest! However... he did give me quite a curi
My partner and I are long distance. At the time, we had been seeing each other for 7 months.
He had started a new semester and taken up Tango because of a lifelong curiosity. Only a couple classes into the semester, he became totally obsessed and Tango became the only thing he would ever talk about. He was going almost every night to a tango event and would call me and tell me all about it. He then started trying to get me to try a class.
I was not so keen on the idea. I pictured him dancing some boring ballroom/waltz/4-step thing and I had no interest! However... he did give me quite a curiosity so I decided to try just one class to see what all the hype was about.
BAM! I got sucked in too! I went to one class and I was hooked. I thought it was so much fun; dealing with connection is what really drew me in. How do two strangers have a silent conversation, or even argument? Tango! That's how. So I kept going and I never told him about it. I did tell all my friends and my family however, as I was about to burst from keeping that secret while also listening to him talk about tango every night on the phone!
One month in to my classes I went out to Oregon to visit him. I tried to get him to go to a class and bring me with him. But he kept saying "it's okay, we don't have to go. I don't want you to feel left out." What could I say to that? I had been feigning an uninterested attitude about tango on the phone for a couple months now. However, he was going to visit me in a couple months!
When he did come to see me in Colorado, I told him I wanted to go to a particular restaurant (because it was right in front of the tango event- Practica). He picked me up after work and said he wanted to go see one of his friends who was sick. We hung out with her for a hour and I let her in on the plan as well. She was feeling better so I suggested we go to the restaurant. He said he wanted to go somewhere else! So I suggested another place close to the location and told him that I had left my purse at this other place and needed to go pick it up after.
After eating, we all drive over to the Practica and he says he'll go in with me. I say his friend should come too, and start walking toward the back of the restaurant where the dance studio is. We could now hear the tango music but he didn't seem to notice. (He later told me he just thought the janitors maybe liked tango music). So we get up to the door of the Studio and I take a deep breath...this is about 4 months of practicing and secrets...and I open the door to reveal a dance studio full of all these people dancing tango!
He just stands there, stunned! Wide eyed and mouth ajar, he's absolutely speechless! I go to sign us all in and pay for the night when my teacher comes over and gives me a big hug. My guy is now figuring out that I know people here, and that I know how to tango! We walk in more and the only thing he can manage to say as he's staring at me is "but I don't have my dancing shoes..." And I pull his shoes out of my bag and hand them to him. He's looking at me with disbelief and gives me the biggest hug ever and looks at me with so much love in his eyes I almost wanted to cry but I was now so nervous to actually dance with him and from revealing a huge secret that I started shaking and I felt weak but we were both so happy!
After we had been dancing for a while, he told me that he fell even more in love with me that night.
That is my present wife standing in the "Y" of "You" in "Will you marry me". It took me an entire day to write it - My wife believed that I was at work but I had taken the day off. The next day, we went skiing and from the restaurant on the other side of the mountain, I asked my wife if she could see what had been written on the mountain side. She said "Yes I can see what it says" in an annoying tone, since I had always expressed her my desire to never get married. Then I read it aloud, "Will you marry me". She thought that there was no way I could have written it. Then, I got to my knees, too
That is my present wife standing in the "Y" of "You" in "Will you marry me". It took me an entire day to write it - My wife believed that I was at work but I had taken the day off. The next day, we went skiing and from the restaurant on the other side of the mountain, I asked my wife if she could see what had been written on the mountain side. She said "Yes I can see what it says" in an annoying tone, since I had always expressed her my desire to never get married. Then I read it aloud, "Will you marry me". She thought that there was no way I could have written it. Then, I got to my knees, took out the ring and asked her. She could not answer. The look on her face was as if she had just landed on the moon. I told her that I need an answer and finally she exclaimed "Yes" while crying. However, at that time, she did not believe that I wrote the text on the mountain :) Now she does.
My late husband was the king of romance strategy!
In 2005, he took the following steps:
1. Called my boss and arranged vacation time unbeknownst to me. When the dates were firm at my company he then
2. Booked a romantic cruise to the Mexican Riviera for our anniversary
3. 2 weeks before the cruise, he gave me an early anniversary card
In the card was the booking information and a cashier check for $
My late husband was the king of romance strategy!
In 2005, he took the following steps:
1. Called my boss and arranged vacation time unbeknownst to me. When the dates were firm at my company he then
2. Booked a romantic cruise to the Mexican Riviera for our anniversary
3. 2 weeks before the cruise, he gave me an early anniversary card
In the card was the booking information and a cashier check for $500 to buy clothes for the trip
Guys everywhe...
My wife and I have a pretty epic romantic history over the last three years, but my proposal two years ago was probably our grandest gesture.
It was the anniversary of our first date and we spent the weekend returning to the city of our first kiss, Half Moon Bay. We went to dinner at Navio, the restaurant at the Ritz-Carlton, which she thought would end with us driving home. At dinner, I gave my wife (then girlfriend) the following Blu-Ray modeled after the (500) Days of Summer cover (her name is Angie, hence Tomgie), with no explanation of what was on it.
I told her the Ritz was going to let
My wife and I have a pretty epic romantic history over the last three years, but my proposal two years ago was probably our grandest gesture.
It was the anniversary of our first date and we spent the weekend returning to the city of our first kiss, Half Moon Bay. We went to dinner at Navio, the restaurant at the Ritz-Carlton, which she thought would end with us driving home. At dinner, I gave my wife (then girlfriend) the following Blu-Ray modeled after the (500) Days of Summer cover (her name is Angie, hence Tomgie), with no explanation of what was on it.
I told her the Ritz was going to let us borrow a suite briefly by the water so we could watch the DVD. Someone from the hotel picked us up from dinner and drove us down to secluded two-room suite where they instructed us to keep the door closed to the other room.
So for the next 20 minutes we watched a movie I'd been working for the past three months about our year together (Video: (365) Days of Tomgie (with proposal ending) ) , with animation, title cards and voiceover from (500) Days of Summer, interviews with friends, narration, music, a series of slideshows, and a Google Earth flyover of our first date in Half Moon Bay narrated with our thoughts and conversations from each part of the drive. The movie ended by recounting our weekend together with Polaroids falling on a photo of the coast of each of the activities we had done that weekend including our dinner and ending in a photo of the TV we were watching with the closed door in the background. My narration ended with "So what's next for Tom and Angie? The answer lies right behind this door."
After that, I walked her through the door where earlier my friends had set it up with just about every romantic cliche known to man (rose petals in the shape of a heart on the bed, our photos as Polaroids in a heart on a wall, stuffed animals, champagne, chocolate covered strawberries, candles and a lot of our past romantic projects).
(Photos: Anniversary Weekend - The Proposal )
Sine we were known for grand gestures and it was still our anniversary, she wasn't yet certain if this was a proposal or just an elaborate 1st anniversary project ( this was her non-proposal anniversary project for a sense of how reasonable that would be: Anniversary Weekend - Angie's Amazing Project ). So I then told her there was one more thing and took her out onto the balcony overlooking the ocean, got down on one knee and proposed.
She said yes.
It was for my ex-girlfriend, when we were still together. :) Still remains one of the happiest moments for me.
It was Boston in the winter, and there was snow everywhere. Campus facilities told us that all cars in a certain lot had to be moved to a different lot so they could bring in a snowplow. Her car was trapped in the snow, so we had to shovel a path out before we could move it. When we were done shoveling, she suddenly realized that she dropped her phone in the snow. No amount of searching or calling the phone was fruitful, and she was pretty upset. It was late evening, the plowing was ab
It was for my ex-girlfriend, when we were still together. :) Still remains one of the happiest moments for me.
It was Boston in the winter, and there was snow everywhere. Campus facilities told us that all cars in a certain lot had to be moved to a different lot so they could bring in a snowplow. Her car was trapped in the snow, so we had to shovel a path out before we could move it. When we were done shoveling, she suddenly realized that she dropped her phone in the snow. No amount of searching or calling the phone was fruitful, and she was pretty upset. It was late evening, the plowing was about to happen, and finding the phone was not gonna happen then. We moved the car and went to dinner and other things, having given up hope. It was just a dumbphone (as opposed to a smartphone) anyway.
That night, after tucking her into bed, I return to the parking lot, determined to give it one last shot. I hadn't given up earlier, I just knew that she needed to get out of there and get something to eat. The snowplow had worked its way to the lower half of the parking lot, and the upper half (where she parked initially) was plowed through. The snow piled up in neat, gigantic mounds, daring me to play "I Spy". I walked up to the spot where we were shoveling, and decided to call her phone once more, all the while pacing around, keeping my eyes and ears peeled.
I heard the sound of a phone vibrating ten feet away.
Still stunned, I moved toward the sound, and reached into the base of one pile of snow. Her Samsung clamshell was there, and with power from one bar of battery left, was telling whoever was paying attention that "Philip" was calling. The call dropped soon, and the screen showed "17 missed calls" -- or was it 19? I hardly remember; all I remember is a sense of euphoria and ecstasy that came upon me at that very moment -- a happiness that surpasses regular happinesses, an "oh my goodness", a "what are the odds", a "the battery is almost flat and will probably be in a short time", and a "this is the happiest I've been in a long time".
I returned to the dorms, and found a nice box in which I placed the phone. I did some simple wrapping/presentation work, and wrote her a note, saying "I'm sorry you lost your phone, here's another one for you to use." I left the package outside her door. The adrenaline, the racing heartbeat prevented me from even attempting to go to bed, so I went around and talked to people, telling them the miracle that just happened to me. Some of their faces told me they didn't really care, but if they read my face, they'd have known that I didn't really care that they didn't really care: I was so happy, so excited, so relieved, so amazed.
She had an earlier class than I the next day, and she woke up first. I was woken up soon after by a tight hug and a kiss, and a "thank you" that I knew meant something. I knew how upset she was at herself for losing her phone, and I came through for her. :) She went on to say that she would have been very upset if I got her a new phone, but I already knew that without her telling me; sometimes, I'm good at understanding people well. I don't know if she knew or knows how special those 15 hours were to me, but make no mistake, they were.
It wasn't my grandest gesture of love. It wasn't my biggest display of affection. But it was a spirit that never gave up, coupled with a visceral understanding of her personality and patterns, blessed by a crazy amount of good fortune. I can do the little things too. :)
We both were going to Mumbai in a train and she was sitting right in front of me in a 3rd AC coach. We were about to reach and incidentally there was no one else in our cabin. She was smiling, being mischievous - then she playfully kept her right foot on my palm. “Bad-tameez” ( ill-mannered ), I gently hit her toes with my hand and she removed her foot. She was griming and I smiled too. We reached Mumbai and parted ways.
I went to her flat around 6.00 am the next morning as we had to leave for Pune on a trip with other friends. She had taken a bath by then and was ready except, her hair was sti
We both were going to Mumbai in a train and she was sitting right in front of me in a 3rd AC coach. We were about to reach and incidentally there was no one else in our cabin. She was smiling, being mischievous - then she playfully kept her right foot on my palm. “Bad-tameez” ( ill-mannered ), I gently hit her toes with my hand and she removed her foot. She was griming and I smiled too. We reached Mumbai and parted ways.
I went to her flat around 6.00 am the next morning as we had to leave for Pune on a trip with other friends. She had taken a bath by then and was ready except, her hair was still wet. She was looking so beautiful and innocent. She was sitting on a bench and was waiting for others to come. I went near her - she grew conscious for she could sense from my eyes that I was planning to get closer to her ( It was early stage of our relationship and we hadn’t become as comfortable to get too close to each other ). She started looking around to see if anyone was there looking at us. I sat on my knees on the ground and said, “I’m so sorry for hitting you on your foot last night.” She gave a strange look,”It’s OK. We both were playful and you dint hit me but gently touched my foot. You did it out of love and I know it. It’s fine, it’s OK”. ”No, its not! Whatever it was - how could I hit you, even gently? I love you so much I never thought I would ever hit you. I have always thought to be extremely respectful to you in my conduct. I’m so sorry, I would never ever do that again.” She said,”It’s fine, don’t worry.” While sitting on the ground on my knees, I took her foot in my hand, and gently kissed her toes and said, “Sorry!” Tears rolled down her chin and her face glowed with love and affection.
That, according to her, was the most romantic thing I have ever done to her. It’s been 12 years since that happened and I’ve never hit her again, even gently. Though, she takes this to her advantage to get a kiss from me by taking my hand into hers and gently hitting herself somewhere - It guarantees her a kiss each time! :-)
I met my wife in graduate school.
Her favorite pastime has been to ask me to narrate "our" stories, the time we spent together, even about the time when we hadn't met, but I was trying out ways of meeting her more often.
I have been writing it down in the form of "acts and scenes", obviously with a little exaggeration (!) including the time when I was supposedly only thinking of her.
It's fun when I get to read it out to her. We revisit the stories once in a while and add actual facts, the way it was. As we grow old together, it will just be a more special way of remembering old times..
And, I m
I met my wife in graduate school.
Her favorite pastime has been to ask me to narrate "our" stories, the time we spent together, even about the time when we hadn't met, but I was trying out ways of meeting her more often.
I have been writing it down in the form of "acts and scenes", obviously with a little exaggeration (!) including the time when I was supposedly only thinking of her.
It's fun when I get to read it out to her. We revisit the stories once in a while and add actual facts, the way it was. As we grow old together, it will just be a more special way of remembering old times..
And, I might have a book to publish!
This happened just last night/this morning, actually...
We've had a couple of cold spells these past few weeks here in Northern California, and out where my fiancé and I live (inland from San Francisco), it's gotten below freezing most nights.
This morning, when I went to get into my car and head off to work, I realized my man had put towels over my windshield and rear view window so I wouldn't have to scrape the ice off before heading out.
It was a small gesture, but it meant more to me than some fancy, romantic dinner or a dozen roses.
Background: My girlfriend and I had been in a Paris-Geneva relationship for 1 year, and didn't see each other much during Summer. Her 20th birthday was coming up (end of September) and I wanted to surprise her and make it count. Also, her computer had just broke down.
What I did: 25 days before her birthday, I began sending her colored letters (Post takes some time), one per day. On each letter was a memory of us on one side and a riddle on the other side. With each riddle she would find one letter of the alphabet. Of course, there were 20 letters sent. With the 20 letters, she obtained the URL
Background: My girlfriend and I had been in a Paris-Geneva relationship for 1 year, and didn't see each other much during Summer. Her 20th birthday was coming up (end of September) and I wanted to surprise her and make it count. Also, her computer had just broke down.
What I did: 25 days before her birthday, I began sending her colored letters (Post takes some time), one per day. On each letter was a memory of us on one side and a riddle on the other side. With each riddle she would find one letter of the alphabet. Of course, there were 20 letters sent. With the 20 letters, she obtained the URL of a website where I had written where and when she should go to meet someone who would give her her present for her 20th birthday. The both of us were broke so she never suspected that I would be the one showing up that day. So when she arrived at the meeting point, expecting to see one of her best friends, and saw me, suited up, waiting for her, she was quite touched. And I didn't come alone: I also got engaged in the very first credit of my life to buy her a new netbook, so that we could go on Skyping for as long as we would need to.
2 years down the road and I'm in Seoul, Korea, she's in Rabat, Morocco, and it's still working. Hopefully we'll be together somewhere one day!
Edit: it's over, which is why I switched this answer to Anon.
After my husband and I got married at the courthouse we called it our government marriage. You know, so I could change my name and have the license and so on and so forth. We went to Natchez Trace state park near Nashville at fall hollow and hiked down to the waterfalls and actually exchanged our own handwritten vows. That's our real marriage before God and nature and between our hearts. It was by far the most romantic thing I've ever had done it done. I'd love to go back and do it all over again!
TLDR; Ex translated a book for my bday gift.
Months ago i was crazy about Svetlana Alexievich (Belarusian writer), bought and read all of her book i can find.
I was very curious about one of her book, War's Unwomanly Face, but it's not available in English. There is some old translation in Minsk, but other than that it’s impossible to find.
And 4 months later, i received a package from my ex. He translated the whole book himself from Russian to English for my bday gift. He print the whole things like some real published book. The thing is, he’s not even native speaker for both languages (Russian
TLDR; Ex translated a book for my bday gift.
Months ago i was crazy about Svetlana Alexievich (Belarusian writer), bought and read all of her book i can find.
I was very curious about one of her book, War's Unwomanly Face, but it's not available in English. There is some old translation in Minsk, but other than that it’s impossible to find.
And 4 months later, i received a package from my ex. He translated the whole book himself from Russian to English for my bday gift. He print the whole things like some real published book. The thing is, he’s not even native speaker for both languages (Russian or English) so i can only imagines the challenges of translating the whole book.
With the book there is message: “Spending time with you was the best gift i ever got, so i shared a bit of my time to do something that i really hope you will like.”
And i really, really do like it.
Background: My girlfriend had studied abroad in Italy during college and when I visited we traveled throughout Northern Italy for a week. We were staying in Lucca and there was an absolutely perfect little cafe across the street from our hotel. We had already been together for several years and the relationship was quite serious, so on a whim I mentioned that someday I might propose to her there.
Preparation: We never brought it up again, but the idea floated in the back of my mind. When I finally decided to propose to her, it was very clear that we were not going to have a chance to go back to
Background: My girlfriend had studied abroad in Italy during college and when I visited we traveled throughout Northern Italy for a week. We were staying in Lucca and there was an absolutely perfect little cafe across the street from our hotel. We had already been together for several years and the relationship was quite serious, so on a whim I mentioned that someday I might propose to her there.
Preparation: We never brought it up again, but the idea floated in the back of my mind. When I finally decided to propose to her, it was very clear that we were not going to have a chance to go back to Italy anytime soon. Instead, I commissioned a translation of the question into Italian (I don't speak a word of it). I then practiced with a recording that the translator had made until I had it just right.
Result: I took her to a nice restaurant and after the main course asked her to marry me, hoping the translator got it right. Not only did she say yes, she told me that she still remembered that little cafe and thought about what I had said every once in a while.
For my wife’s 50th birthday, we woke up on a Saturday morning. After breakfast, I asked if she wanted to go for a drive. She asked where and I demurely replied no where special. Anyway we got in the car and started to drive south toward Tucson. She gave me questioning looks but I kept quiet. After a bit, we turned off in Eloy and I admitted that I had purchased her a Parachute Jump Tandem Skydiving | Skydive Arizona and even a indoor parachute adventure. Indoor Skydiving | Skydiving Wind Tunnel | SkyVenture Arizona
She was very excited and after taking the mandatory training class and picking o
For my wife’s 50th birthday, we woke up on a Saturday morning. After breakfast, I asked if she wanted to go for a drive. She asked where and I demurely replied no where special. Anyway we got in the car and started to drive south toward Tucson. She gave me questioning looks but I kept quiet. After a bit, we turned off in Eloy and I admitted that I had purchased her a Parachute Jump Tandem Skydiving | Skydive Arizona and even a indoor parachute adventure. Indoor Skydiving | Skydiving Wind Tunnel | SkyVenture Arizona
She was very excited and after taking the mandatory training class and picking out her suit, she was off to 13,000 feet and her tandem sky dive. It didn’t hurt that she was strapped to the front of a 28 year old Greek God (her words)! She had a blast and was smiling so much as she made the perfect landing.
After the indoor skydiving, which was equally fun, we headed back to Phoenix to a good dinner out.
Sunday morning, we woke up and had a nice breakfast. I then asked if she wanted to go for a drive. She asked where and I demurely replied no where special. She gave me “the look” but got in the car. This time we headed west into Phoenix and I dropped her off at the Point at South Mountain Resort, now the Arizona Grand Resort Arizona Grand Resort & Spa In Phoenix | Book Direct For Best Prices. I told her to enjoy as I had gotten her a full day full feature spa and facial appointment. I checked her in and took off.
The look on her face when I picked her up later that afternoon was priceless! I think she had an OK birthday!
My father asked my late mother what she would like for her 80th birthday. She wistfully replied that although she collected American patchwork quilts, she had so many, and they were so large, that she'd never been able to see them all at the same time. But, she added, what she really wanted to do was share the pleasure of her quilt collecting with others.
So he took over the Park Avenue Armory in New York, arranged a competition for design solutions to the challenge, and for five days produced a free exhibition of her red and white quilts for the people of the City of New York:
The result was co
My father asked my late mother what she would like for her 80th birthday. She wistfully replied that although she collected American patchwork quilts, she had so many, and they were so large, that she'd never been able to see them all at the same time. But, she added, what she really wanted to do was share the pleasure of her quilt collecting with others.
So he took over the Park Avenue Armory in New York, arranged a competition for design solutions to the challenge, and for five days produced a free exhibition of her red and white quilts for the people of the City of New York:
The result was covered in all the major newspapers, delighted over 25,000 visitors, inspired literally thousands of online photo postings and hundreds of videos, and won more than half a dozen industry awards as the best exhibit of the year.
New York Times: Finally, Mrs. Rose (and the Public) Can See All Her Quilts
Financial Times: Infinite Variety: Three Centuries of Red and White Quilts
NY Daily News: This crazy quilt called America
Martha Stewart: Three Centuries of Red and White Quilts
WNYC: Red and White Quilts Blanket Park Avenue Armory
Quiltmaker Magazine: Red & White Quilt Exhibit
For those who would like to share vicariously in this glorious romantic gesture, you can now acquire the ultimate coffee table book with stunning photos of every quilt, and essays about the collection and the event by my mother, Martha Stewart, and the exhibition’s curators:
(As for my little contribution to my mother's birthday, I produced a free mobile app for the exhibit, which was installed on dozens of iPads that were available as free loaners to visitors.)
The Motivation: My girlfriend at the time and I had been dating for a year and a half. We were both attending the same University together, with plans for graduate school. One weekend, which happened to be around Valentine’s day, she planned on attending a GRE practice test. The night before, she was still struggling with some of the material and stayed up pretty late. It was obviously taxing and she seemed pretty stressed out all week, so I decided that I’d surprise her when she came back from her exam.
The Setup: I went out and bought all of the Valentine’s chocolate and flowers I could
The Motivation: My girlfriend at the time and I had been dating for a year and a half. We were both attending the same University together, with plans for graduate school. One weekend, which happened to be around Valentine’s day, she planned on attending a GRE practice test. The night before, she was still struggling with some of the material and stayed up pretty late. It was obviously taxing and she seemed pretty stressed out all week, so I decided that I’d surprise her when she came back from her exam.
The Setup: I went out and bought all of the Valentine’s chocolate and flowers I could find. While she was out taking the exam, I got her roommate to help me open the apartment and spread out flowers and chocolates all across her room (the roommate totally got a flower and chocolate for helping). I laid in wait until I heard her coming in.
The Surprise: She walked into the room, looking as defeated as could be, and screamed out in utter shock upon seeing myself standing, with a rose between my teeth, "our song" playing in the background and her room decorated with hundreds of flowers and Valentine’s chocolates. She totally bombed the practice exam but it didn’t seem to bother her too much afterwards.
Save his life.
He was suicidal and I went in his room at just the right time. He had a gun to his head when I walked in. He had found my prescription meds and took the whole container.
I grabbed the gun, put it on the table outside his room. I sat next to him on his bed, we didn’t talk, we just held each other and cried. I told him to drink a lot of water and eat food. I’d almost died too so I knew how he felt.
I feel pretty uncomfortable answering this question with a celebrity story, especially on Quora, but I instantly remembered this story when I read the question (I'll tell why in the end)
Gwyneth Paltrow lost her father in 2002. Three weeks after her father passed away, she met and started to date her now-husband of 10 years and father of her children Coldplay's Chris Martin. This is not a usual time and normal circumstances where a relationship starts. Not a "Let's get to know each other and have fun," period but a time when you need to help your might-be-partner go through one of the hardest t
I feel pretty uncomfortable answering this question with a celebrity story, especially on Quora, but I instantly remembered this story when I read the question (I'll tell why in the end)
Gwyneth Paltrow lost her father in 2002. Three weeks after her father passed away, she met and started to date her now-husband of 10 years and father of her children Coldplay's Chris Martin. This is not a usual time and normal circumstances where a relationship starts. Not a "Let's get to know each other and have fun," period but a time when you need to help your might-be-partner go through one of the hardest things to go through in life.
Shortly after they started to date, Chris Martin wrote the song Fix You for Gwyneth Paltrow, about losing her father.
When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse
And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
He also wrote, "If the sky's going to fall down, let it fall on me, If you're going to break down you can break on me" which was used in the song Moses years later, a song Chris Martin named after their son Moses. It was rumored Paradise was also written for and about Gwyneth Paltrow.
Here's why this story has a special place in my heart, if interested to know: The year Gwyneth Paltrow lost his father, I lost my father too. Gwyneth Paltrow and her father Bruce Paltrow both work in the entertainment industry, so do me and my father. Bruce Paltrow passed away because of a disease his smoking addiction caused, my father passed away because of a disease his alcohol addiction caused. I haven't been as lucky about my dating life as Gwyneth Paltrow and Chris Martin so far, but their love story has often helped me go back to feeling normal at the times I got pessimistic. More happiness to the couple.
Ours is an arranged marriage. At our engagement dinner, all our friends and family were forcing us to feed each other. So my then fiance took some food and approached to feed me. Being surrounded by a lot of family members, I was really embarrassed and shy. I turned a deep red as he fed me. People around me noticed it too and started to point to my face and say, 'Omg! Look at her blushing'. So my fiance looks at me, holds my gaze and says 'Will you blush like this every time I feed you?' and if it was possible, I turned redder as I nodded my head.
Fast forward to today, years later and every si
Ours is an arranged marriage. At our engagement dinner, all our friends and family were forcing us to feed each other. So my then fiance took some food and approached to feed me. Being surrounded by a lot of family members, I was really embarrassed and shy. I turned a deep red as he fed me. People around me noticed it too and started to point to my face and say, 'Omg! Look at her blushing'. So my fiance looks at me, holds my gaze and says 'Will you blush like this every time I feed you?' and if it was possible, I turned redder as I nodded my head.
Fast forward to today, years later and every single day, if we are having any meal together, he always feeds me the first bite from his plate before he begins eating. It does not matter who is around us, a vacation, a party, a business dinner, even if our parents or in-laws are around...any kind of setting, he will come find me and feed me. There are times when I am sitting with a group of women and he is with his guy friends, he would walk straight up to where I am sitting and proceed to put the food in my mouth. It has just become second nature to him and he does it without even thinking. And yes, I still blush when he does that!
I saved my wife from getting raped. That time, u was 16 and she was 15. I accidentally ran into 3 guys trying to rape her. After that she was one to follow me to get to date and marry her.
I didn't had any feeling for her at first, even after our marriage. I was forcibly married to her against my will. After we were married, i was VERY rude to her for 1 day, when my conscience kicked in and i started to like her just a bit, not enough for me to stay married to her. I wanted a divorce.
Now, true story begins. I got in a major car accident where my car jumped into feilds at 160kmph!!! Thats 100mph
I saved my wife from getting raped. That time, u was 16 and she was 15. I accidentally ran into 3 guys trying to rape her. After that she was one to follow me to get to date and marry her.
I didn't had any feeling for her at first, even after our marriage. I was forcibly married to her against my will. After we were married, i was VERY rude to her for 1 day, when my conscience kicked in and i started to like her just a bit, not enough for me to stay married to her. I wanted a divorce.
Now, true story begins. I got in a major car accident where my car jumped into feilds at 160kmph!!! Thats 100mph. I had a broken leg, severe unbearable back pain (somehow it managed not to fracture) and a few muscle torn. My car was ruined, i was admitted in hospital for 2 weeks, first 2 days i was completely unconscious. I got to know that she was with me day n night, took care of me, when my temperature increased, she applied ice to me. I was literally dying inside when i realized what i have done to her.
I took her to dubai for a trip (after 3 years, as my back pain was severe and it had cured now) and we stayed there for 3 weeks. We roamed around and it was like honeymoon, as i refused to have one earlier. There, i called hers and mine parents there to make a great announcement. I decided to buy a house for us. When we were having lunch all together, i told them about my house plan and she, reluctantly, brought up a white stick. You know what it was. I wasn't able to see it as i was standing behind her and i saw her blushing and our parents go nuts and congratulate us. A idiot like me didn't understood till I saw the pregnancy stick that she was pregnant. I was literally on cloud 9 and Me, the idiot, fainted.
This was the most romantic thing my wife has done to me.
On my first valentines day after getting engaged I gave my guy 24 love letters, every hour :)
I think the most romantic thing is that my boyfriend always goes to sleep after I do because he snores and doesn't want to disturb my sleep. I really think he's a very thoughtful person, and I think he's very romantic. I love him. Always hope everyone can find someone love you so much! By the way, I meet him on xdate
I think the most romantic thing is that my boyfriend always goes to sleep after I do because he snores and doesn't want to disturb my sleep. I really think he's a very thoughtful person, and I think he's very romantic. I love him. Always hope everyone can find someone love you so much! By the way, I meet him on xdate
11 years ago, Png, a Singaporean actor, donated part of his liver to De Cruz, then his girlfriend. Her liver failed in 2002 after she took Slim 10, a Chinese proprietary medicine for weight loss. She lost weight, had palpitations and eventually her liver failed.
The couple, is Singapore’s first emotionally related transplant recipient and donor. Previously, the law did not allow non-blood related or non-married couple to be involved in a recipient-donor relationship. This is to prevent financially motivated organ trading.
Png's romantic gesture was enough to move the Singapore government to ch
11 years ago, Png, a Singaporean actor, donated part of his liver to De Cruz, then his girlfriend. Her liver failed in 2002 after she took Slim 10, a Chinese proprietary medicine for weight loss. She lost weight, had palpitations and eventually her liver failed.
The couple, is Singapore’s first emotionally related transplant recipient and donor. Previously, the law did not allow non-blood related or non-married couple to be involved in a recipient-donor relationship. This is to prevent financially motivated organ trading.
Png's romantic gesture was enough to move the Singapore government to change the law in the couple's favor (just in the nick of time too). In a similar case, Selvarani Raja had also developed liver failure after taking a slimming pill. However, she died waiting for a liver transplant though she had a distant cousin in India who was willing to donate but could not prove that no money was involved in the process.
Sources:
Celeb couple aim to woo more donors
When life hangs by a legal thread
A reservation for a restaurant, overlooking the ocean. I went in the day before, and tipped $100, so the meal would arrive, a few minutes before sunset. And that she would get the best seat to see it.
After dinner, we strolled along the beach. There were empty fire pits. I asked her; “Wouldn’t it be nice sit around a cozy fire?” She agreed.
The wood and everything needed, was in the trunk of my car. She laughed at planning. This was our third date. I was madly in love, and I’d told her so, but I wanted her to know, how much she meant to me.
3 1/2 months later, we broke up.
In May of 2003, we had been together five years; married six months. I felt like we’d fallen into a rut. Just living day-to-day; no excitement.
I decided to arrange a scavenger hunt. I spent weeks contacting local business owners and store managers, advising what I was trying to do and asking permission to use their addresses as stops on a scavenger hunt. Most were very enthusiastic and readily agreed.
I spent weeks composing cheesy sing-songy rhymes as riddles and sealing them in envelopes. Since I didn’t want my husband to get stuck in the middle of the hunt, each clue envelope also included a
In May of 2003, we had been together five years; married six months. I felt like we’d fallen into a rut. Just living day-to-day; no excitement.
I decided to arrange a scavenger hunt. I spent weeks contacting local business owners and store managers, advising what I was trying to do and asking permission to use their addresses as stops on a scavenger hunt. Most were very enthusiastic and readily agreed.
I spent weeks composing cheesy sing-songy rhymes as riddles and sealing them in envelopes. Since I didn’t want my husband to get stuck in the middle of the hunt, each clue envelope also included a sealed, easier clue, with a final envelope that point-blank advised him where to go next if he was really stuck. Of course, I don’t remember them all now, but for example, here is one clue:
Ten rednecks in the lane, falling over for fun. Chasing the money, the queen loves everyone.
This was a clue for my husband to go to the local bowling alley where my friend, a semiprofessional drag queen on the weekends, worked as a cashier.
I composed similar cheesy rhyming riddles for each stop. I also wrote a cheesy love poem for my husband to recite at each stop, a highly embarrassing poem declaring that he was an incompetent husband who’d lost his wife whom he deeply adored and imploring for help to find her. I distributed copies of this love poem to each station on the hunt, along with their individual clue envelopes, with instructions to each owner and manager that my husband must recite this poem in public to receive the next riddle. I encouraged them to all have fun with it and to make my husband squirm.
Predawn on the appointed Saturday morning, I taped the first clue to the alarm clock and snuck out of the house without eating and I drove to a weekend-vacant business parking lot across the street from our local post office, where I waited with my nonexistent cell phone.
The alarm clock woke him, and my husband found the clue that sent him to our mailbox in the front yard. That clue told him in cheesy sing-songy rhyme that I was lost, he needed to find me, and included a riddle that sent him to our restroom, where he found the next clue taped to the mirror. That clue advised him to eat and shower and included gas money if he needed it. The next rhyme sent him to a public mailbox on a street corner in our neighborhood. I had taped the fourth clue to the bottom of the public mailbox, like a drug drop.
The mailbox clue was a rhyme that sent him to the post office, where I had taped the next envelope to my office’s post office box. When he pulled into the parking lot of the post office, I knew we were off and running. When he had left the post office, I drove to my weekend-empty office building and let myself in. From there, I could monitor my husband’s progress because I had each of the rest of the stations on the scavenger hunt phone me at my work number to let me know he’d collected his clue and left. The stations would tell me what happened, what they did to my husband and how he reacted, and from many, much thanks for the fun they’d had. This was my vicarious way of participating in the fun. Then I would phone the next station to warn them he was on his way, and to expect him shortly.
After the post office, he had to visit Barnes and Noble, StarBucks, our local library, our local doc-in-the-box, The Guitar Center, Petsmart. The librarian insisted that he had to recite his poem exactly as written, and he had to recite it three times before he got it right and was rewarded with his next envelope. Our local Walgreens in particular had a blast; upon my husband’s arrival, the store manager got on the PA system and called all employees and customers in the store to the front, where my husband was encircled while they forced him to sing his poem before they’d surrender the next clue. I had probably a dozen places for my husband to stop. Each address was steering him roughly to the West End of our city, no backtracking.
The last stop was the restaurant where my husband had proposed. I had to phone the restaurant manager and apologize: my expectation and intention was that my husband would arrive at the restaurant late in the afternoon. I had believed that I had enough stops on the hunt to keep my husband occupied all day, and that he would reach his goal in time to take me out for dinner. Instead he was whipping through the stations so fast that he was arriving at that last restaurant in the middle of their lunch rush. The manager didn’t mind; like everyone else, he was having fun.
When I got off the phone with the restaurant manager, I had to phone the hotel and ask for early check-in. My husband was going to arrive at his goal, the hotel room in a western suburb of our city that I had booked for the night, well before suppertime. I locked up my office and raced across town so I’d be there when he arrived to find his prize.
It was only one o’clock when he came bouncing into my hotel room, excited and laughing like a little kid, and told me about his morning. When he had finished with his tale, he yelled, “That was fun! Now what?”
LOL. I was floored. Again, I had anticipated that he would arrive in my hotel in time for us to go out for supper. Instead I had this bouncing happy excited husband and the length of an empty afternoon to fill.
My suggestion? I hadn’t eaten, remember. Why don’t we go across the river, have lunch at a Chinese buffet, and then go to that Chevrolet dealership that had been advertising a huge consignment sale of Corvettes on a television commercial all week? Apparently a millionaire collector had passed away, and his widow had contracted with the dealership to get rid of them fast. Apparently her husband had bought a new Corvette almost every year and they were low-mileage, warehoused, in pristine condition, and now for sale at non-negotiable dirt-cheap prices. Window-shopping like-new vintage Corvettes seemed like a cool way to kill the time before dinner.
When we returned to our hotel room after supper, I had bought a 1989 red Corvette with 17k miles on the odometer. So I guess I was actually the one who got the prize.
To answer the question, my husband did try to reciprocate by buying shots at three different happy hours. It was kinda lame. But I loved him for trying.
One night my then boyfriend, now fiance, and I were watching a movie. It was a romantic one - not his preferred genre and he fell asleep midway into the movie. I continued watching. The 2nd half turned out to be quite emotional. Near the end I started crying softly. He woke up to my tears and immediately wrapped his arms around me to sooth me. He asked if it was the movie and I nodded. Since it was already late, we went to bed shortly afterwards.
The next morning I woke up, readied myself for the day and headed downstairs. He was eating breakfast in front of the TV - his usual routine before wo
One night my then boyfriend, now fiance, and I were watching a movie. It was a romantic one - not his preferred genre and he fell asleep midway into the movie. I continued watching. The 2nd half turned out to be quite emotional. Near the end I started crying softly. He woke up to my tears and immediately wrapped his arms around me to sooth me. He asked if it was the movie and I nodded. Since it was already late, we went to bed shortly afterwards.
The next morning I woke up, readied myself for the day and headed downstairs. He was eating breakfast in front of the TV - his usual routine before work. As I rounded the corner, I saw he was watching the movie from the night before. I was surprised as he was clearly not that interested then. "Why are you watching this?" I asked. He gave me a sweet, sincere look and said, "I wanted to see what made you cry."
My fiance is not one for grand, sweeping gestures but it's the every day small things that he does that melts me.
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Update from the morning after:
me: OMG! OMG! *screaming*
him: hunnie, when you scream like that I think something is wrong with the house
me: baby! the quora post i wrote last night reached 1.4K upvotes!! ahhh!!
him: wow thats great baby! ...can you stop screaming?
me: See?! I always say you do the sweetest stuff!!
him: *chuckle* as long as you like it baby
Thanks Quora community for rocking my morning!!
P.S. The movie was "About Time" (2013).
This might not be romantic but this is the best, I have ever done. Me and my then 4 year girlfriend were working on a long distance relationship. (Me working in Chennai and she working in Singapore). I decided to make a surprise. I left my 4 year job in Chennai and came to Singapore found a job (she don't know that).
Managed to talk to my girlfriend's friend to bring her to a park on her birthday. Sent a 11 lavender roses through 11 cute kids. And I collected the roses in her hand placed a red rose in the middle and gave her the card with a saying "In every bunch there’s one that stands out –
This might not be romantic but this is the best, I have ever done. Me and my then 4 year girlfriend were working on a long distance relationship. (Me working in Chennai and she working in Singapore). I decided to make a surprise. I left my 4 year job in Chennai and came to Singapore found a job (she don't know that).
Managed to talk to my girlfriend's friend to bring her to a park on her birthday. Sent a 11 lavender roses through 11 cute kids. And I collected the roses in her hand placed a red rose in the middle and gave her the card with a saying "In every bunch there’s one that stands out – and you are that one".
I said a few words like "I don't miss you and you alone, I miss you and me together" I showed her the job letter and the Singapore visa. And I hold her hands and said "I not letting go of your hands anymore."
That day She broke her rule not kissing in public ;). I got lucky that day for a special. We got married and we are expecting a baby girl soon. :)...
P.S. To all guys thinking how I did romantic stuff. I googled it. Sssshhhhh! Don't tell my wife about it ;)...
My wife and I were on our way for a movie date. She wanted to watch Fitoor and I was there for Deadpool. We both were convincing each other for the movie of choice. We discussed the same thing till we reached the place. As it was an opening day for both the movies, the possibility of us getting tickets were thin.
To avoid unnecessary parking charges before making sure that we get the tickets, I dec
My wife and I were on our way for a movie date. She wanted to watch Fitoor and I was there for Deadpool. We both were convincing each other for the movie of choice. We discussed the same thing till we reached the place. As it was an opening day for both the movies, the possibility of us getting tickets were thin.
To avoid unnecessary parking charges before making sure that we get the tickets, I decided to stay in the car and she went to buy tickets. As she was gone, I opened Bookmyshow app and started checking out if Fitoor tickets were available or not. I wanted to book Fitoor tickets and call her back from ticket window to surprise her.
Immediately, I booked two tickets and called her. She didn't pickup my phone and within few minutes she opened the car door and sat inside. I asked her "did ...
My girlfriend has a very close relationship with her father.
She has this picture framed in her house.
It is a very meaningful picture to both her and her sisters.
So for her Christmas present, I hired an artist to do an oil painting of the picture.
This was her Christmas present.
I had everyone close their eyes and brought the painting into the room and had them “open” at the same time.
My girlfriend has a very close relationship with her father.
She has this picture framed in her house.
It is a very meaningful picture to both her and her sisters.
So for her Christmas present, I hired an artist to do an oil painting of the picture.
This was her Christmas present.
I had everyone close their eyes and brought the painting into the room and had them “open” at the same time.
This dates back to October 2009. I was in a bittersweet no strings attached relationship (I myself don't endorse such relationships) with a co-volunteer at a social service group of my first college. We used to volunteer for teaching economically poor children. Although she had her reservations about entering into a full-fledged relationship with me as my grades were very poor, I still arranged a cake, snacks and a sweet Happy Birthday choir by the Swapan (from the Sànskřŧ word Swàpn, meaning Dream) program children for her. She was very glad, she thanked me and I gave the due credit to her ot
This dates back to October 2009. I was in a bittersweet no strings attached relationship (I myself don't endorse such relationships) with a co-volunteer at a social service group of my first college. We used to volunteer for teaching economically poor children. Although she had her reservations about entering into a full-fledged relationship with me as my grades were very poor, I still arranged a cake, snacks and a sweet Happy Birthday choir by the Swapan (from the Sànskřŧ word Swàpn, meaning Dream) program children for her. She was very glad, she thanked me and I gave the due credit to her other friends, but she credited me for most of it and tagged me in a birthday memories video slideshow that she prepared and uploaded to YouTube.
She was very happy that day, yes, and I felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment. Loving her, let's call her Girl 2 for convenience, gave a new meaning apart from a new dimension to my life.
However, I met with a life-threatening road accident on 7 May 2010 that sent me into a 23-day long comatose state apart from the remaining 19 days at the Sir Ganga Ram Hospital.
Of my stay there, I don't have any memories, but my mom told me that when she looked at G2 with a look of curiosity on her face, this G2 named a different girl, call her G3 for convenience, as my girlfriend. I had forgotten about the recent memories before the accident, and I still have a mental challenge called Anterograde Amnesia. I couldn't then reason and recall my own recent past from around a year before the accident.
She rewarded my romantic action by destroying our relationship with a lie.
However, let bygones be bygones, I have moved on. All girls and women are the same. Someone has a preference, someone has a fickle mind, someone lives in the past, and others have other preferences.
Too many to mention,but one exciting moment ai remember was driving down to East Anglua with my new love in 1978 when she suddenly told me she felt very Randy and wanted me to make love to her,there and then! Well, we pulled off the road into a gateway to a field,got a rug from the boot and made our way into the field,where we sated each other,the experience heightened when we heard,then saw,a small plane fling overhead!
Listened with love. I surprised myself. Probably the most thoughtful effort was giving them a gift of childhood. ( We both didn't really get to truly enjoy that time in our life). There's nothing I wouldn't do for them. They have unexplained wisdom beyond their and my years of experience. She is my missing piece to a beautiful and powerful journey in life
My physically and sexually attractive BBC roommate slid himself inside me cause I was planning fucking sexy love stick and I slid him inside tom girl pussy he was balls deep me receiving his anal intercourse he personally made me feel hella sexy extremely sexually attractive and made me sexually wet and moan in return I made his fine ass BBC violently impregnate deep inside before he unfortunately slipped out of me
GIVING HER A SURPRISE CHRISTIAN WEDDING!
> Background about us:
We are Indians. Happily Married 3 times so far (with the same person, every time :D ) First marriage date - October 9, 2015.
My wife always had a dream since her childhood that she wanted to a do Christian wedding. But as we learned that one of them needs to be a Christian to get married this way, she got a bit disheartened.
Let me rewi
GIVING HER A SURPRISE CHRISTIAN WEDDING!
> Background about us:
We are Indians. Happily Married 3 times so far (with the same person, every time :D ) First marriage date - October 9, 2015.
My wife always had a dream since her childhood that she wanted to a do Christian wedding. But as we learned that one of them needs to be a Christian to get married this way, she got a bit disheartened.
Let me rewind my life a bit from today to October ‘ 2016.
Oct 3, 2016
I am wondering and talking to myself, “My first marriage anniversary is around. What should I gift her? I really want to make her feel special. Let me research on the internet and see.”
Oct 4, 2016
Could not find anything on the internet that was worth it. Thought to give her a hand-made photo/scrap book describing our journey so far named “First & Forever”. It would describe the memories that we had experienced together for the first time and some moments that we want to pursue forever.
Well the problem is how can I make it without let her know?
Oct 5, 2016
Researching on the internet and after an hour thinking, “Well I can do Christian marriage in a chapel. Chapel doesn’t have that preexisting condition of at least one person being a Christian.“ Calls up some chapel to get more information.
Oct 6, 2016
* 1 1 am - I visit a few chapels and they have agreed that they can conduct a ceremony for us on Oct 9, 2016 (our first marriage anniversary date). Am super happy! Without worrying about how I will get the rest of the stuff done, I say “Yes”.
* 1 pm - I search for a limousine to book her ride from apartment to the chapel to and fro. I wanted this day to be truly grand for her.
* 3 pm- Negotiated with a car rental company and boom (*BIG LIMOUSINE BOOKED for October 9*)
* 4 pm - 6 pm - Got the materials for creating the photo book from Party City and some other store(can’t remember at the top of my head)
* 10 pm - 3 am - Started working on the photo book while she was sleeping. It had to be kept a secret altogether. After completing 25% of it, I wrapped up at 3 am and kept all the material back in my car’s trunk!
Oct 7, 2016
Thought of the day - It is not a wedding if the bride is not wearing a great white dress along with tiara in her head.
* 1 pm - Went to David’s Bridal store along with her friend to buy a dress for her. We didn’t like any thing there , so went to another branch. Ahaaaaa! We found the dress and a perfect tiara for her! Yaayyy (*imagining how beautiful she would look*)
* 4 pm - Invited few friends for the ceremony and told everyone to keep it a surprise.
* 10 pm - 3 am - Again that same routine of completing the photo book. This time I was smiling all the time. I had printed some of our best memories for that photo book. It reinforced my belief that I really loved her and can do anything to keep her happy & smiling. Completed 75% of it and kept the materials back in my car’s trunk.
Oct 8, 2016
* 11 am - Called up a friend to arrange for a cake. He happily agreed to help as I was trying to marry her with just 3 days of preparation. (*God bless them*)
* 1 pm- Made arrangements for food and some snacks from a restaurant. Requested my friend to pick it up when he is on his way for the ceremony.
* 2 pm - 4 pm & 10 pm - 2 am - Photo book was eventually completed during this time. I had a passion for art since before and could see that it helped me perfectly here.
Oct 9, 2016 - D-Day
* 11 am
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* She - “What are our plans for today”? Don’t give me a surprise as you always do!
* Me - Sweetheart, I have been a busy since past 2 weeks with work. I haven’t thought of anything. Let us go out for a great dinner tonight.
* She- *Nods*. Perfect!
* 2 pm - A couple of our friends come at our home with the white wedding dress an...
My husband is a comic book geek.
Very soon in our relationship he told me about the favorite comic book of his childhood. It is about a guy named Lun, a fighter for justice, a likable mix between Robin Hood and James Bond.
The comic is called:
LUN, KRALJ PONOĆI - LUN, THE MIDNIGHT KING
My husband had a rough childhood, and this hero was important to him. Lun was all my husband wasn’t as a boy: powerful, in control, defeating bad guys.
Every time a new number of this comic was published, my husband would buy it. He got every single one and was incredibly proud of his collection.
He told me about Lun
My husband is a comic book geek.
Very soon in our relationship he told me about the favorite comic book of his childhood. It is about a guy named Lun, a fighter for justice, a likable mix between Robin Hood and James Bond.
The comic is called:
LUN, KRALJ PONOĆI - LUN, THE MIDNIGHT KING
My husband had a rough childhood, and this hero was important to him. Lun was all my husband wasn’t as a boy: powerful, in control, defeating bad guys.
Every time a new number of this comic was published, my husband would buy it. He got every single one and was incredibly proud of his collection.
He told me about Lun when we just started dating. He said that in high school another boy borrowed the first comic from the collection, and never returned it. It was lost, and the collection was ruined.
This was devastating to my husband, and he searched all around so he could replace it. He told me about all the effort he did throughout the years. He went to antique shops, fairs, comic book stands all around our country, but he could never find it.
I asked him if he was still looking, but he shrugged and said he gave up. There was simply no use to keep trying.
CHALLENGE ACCEPTED
Time passed. Dating became a relationship, weeks turned to months, and months rounded to make our first year together. The big anniversary was getting close, and I was very busy.
I searched around like a maniac. If you met me those days, my first question to you would have been: Do you by any chance know the comic, Lun, Midnight King?
I went to every single comic book store in our city, comics stands, book fares, but to no avail. I looked in other cities and towns. I roamed the internet like a hungry predator looking for prey.
I was a woman on a mission, and when I set my mind on something I become a little pit-bull. I don’t give up.
I widened my search to neighboring countries. This comic book was famous in the former Yugoslavia, so I thought there might be someone somewhere out there who might have it.
I became a regular at comic book forums, and formed friendships with many comic book geeks. They referred me to “their guys”, who were dealing comic books as if they were drugs. I was a part of the underground now.
After searching forever, one of my comic book geeks from Bosnia, got me in contact with his comic book guy from Montenegro. The comic book guy from Montenegro knew a dude in some village in Serbia who might have the comic book I was searching for.
Alas, the Serbian dude did not do internet. He had a phone, though, and so I called him, full of hope.
Hi, I’m Iva from Zagreb, do you have Lun, Kralj Ponoći comic book?
Yeah, I got it. Why?
Well, I would need the first comic in the collection.
Not selling, sorry.
And then bargaining began.
I basically promised him everything I owned, and threw in one of my kidneys. The guy buckled.
The comic book traveled from his village to Serbia’s capital, Belgrade, by someone’s car, and was then given to a bus driver to deliver to a lunatic girl in Zagreb.
I remember waiting for it at the bus station, excited out of my mind.
The bus came and after I paid the driver for his great kindness (yeah), the first part of my husband’s beloved childhood memory was in my hands.
I wrote a small note and put it inside the comic.
It said:
You deserve to be complete. Happy first anniversary.
For a moment he couldn’t speak.
And then he realized.
The look on his face was the best reward I could ever wish for.
First of all if someone has to ask for romance then it's not at all romantic.
It's the little things that really turn a woman on. Before there was cell phones I would call my girlfriend from work and when she answered I would say I love you babe and hang up before she had a chance to speak. or write a short note on the bathroom mirror that was not visible but when she got out of the shower the steamy mirror revealed it.
One time I had her friend help me my girlfriend thought she was going out with her friend for dinner because I was working late they got to the restaurant I had reservations at h
First of all if someone has to ask for romance then it's not at all romantic.
It's the little things that really turn a woman on. Before there was cell phones I would call my girlfriend from work and when she answered I would say I love you babe and hang up before she had a chance to speak. or write a short note on the bathroom mirror that was not visible but when she got out of the shower the steamy mirror revealed it.
One time I had her friend help me my girlfriend thought she was going out with her friend for dinner because I was working late they got to the restaurant I had reservations at her friend pulled up to the door and told her to go in and she would park the car well she took off out the parking lot and my girlfriend was stunned and I said may I help Miss and took her hand and went inside and had a very romantic dinner and the desert she served after we got home was lovely.
Event - Day 1, Annual Fest
Location - IIT Roorkee
STORY TIME
This is the only time in college, when the sex ratio is almost equal. Thanks to all the female participants. Many nerds have their first conversation of their life with a girl during this festival.
The clock was striking 11′o clock in the night. After a great pro night performance, the whole aura was romantic. I was wandering in the streets alone. My forever single soul was searching for someone special.
Suddenly, I spotted a girl wearing black dress in the chilling winter coming towards me. I was sure that she will pass by, like many oth
Event - Day 1, Annual Fest
Location - IIT Roorkee
STORY TIME
This is the only time in college, when the sex ratio is almost equal. Thanks to all the female participants. Many nerds have their first conversation of their life with a girl during this festival.
The clock was striking 11′o clock in the night. After a great pro night performance, the whole aura was romantic. I was wandering in the streets alone. My forever single soul was searching for someone special.
Suddenly, I spotted a girl wearing black dress in the chilling winter coming towards me. I was sure that she will pass by, like many others but she didn't. She was looking very happy. Even words will be less to describe her beauty. She looked almost like her-
She asked me, if I was waiting for someone. I replied happily, a big NO. I can't believe this. We talked for 15 minutes, afterwards. Then she came closer to me and whispered in my ears, “Let's go somewhere else”. She grabbed my hand and we started walking.
I was still pinching myself to wake up from the dream. But it was a not a dream and this was happening for real. I was holding her hands, wandering in the streets of IIT Roorkee campus.
Five minutes later, a group of unknown people clapped watching us together. The girl received the appreciation. She turns towards me, hugged me and said, “Thanks! It was a DARE… ”
I felt heartbroken. She goes to her friends group giving high-five to each other. I was still standing alone.
For the next two days, my eyes were secretly searching for her. I couldn't find her. I accept this as my fate and moved on…
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I Let her be with the person she loved most, as i felt that would make her the happiest........................... even though that person was NOT me.
The most romantic thing I did for my partner was a surprise trip . I planned it in secret for weeks . I woke him up early with his favorite breakfast in bed - pancakes, bacon, and fruit . As he ate, I gave him clues leading to a packed bag .
We drove for hours into the mountains . The scenery was beautiful . When we got to the cabin, it looked like a fairytale . There was a cozy fire, music playing, and rose petals all around . So romantic!
That weekend, we hiked hand-in-hand on trails . We made smores under the stars at night . We had quality time together without any distractions . It was magi
The most romantic thing I did for my partner was a surprise trip . I planned it in secret for weeks . I woke him up early with his favorite breakfast in bed - pancakes, bacon, and fruit . As he ate, I gave him clues leading to a packed bag .
We drove for hours into the mountains . The scenery was beautiful . When we got to the cabin, it looked like a fairytale . There was a cozy fire, music playing, and rose petals all around . So romantic!
That weekend, we hiked hand-in-hand on trails . We made smores under the stars at night . We had quality time together without any distractions . It was magical and brought us closer .
For my birthday, my partner did something super romantic too . He asked my friends and family to write letters and share photos for a personalized book about me . Reading the kind words and seeing old memories was so touching . I felt loved .
My partner worked really hard on this thoughtful gift . It reminded me how lucky I am to have amazing people in my life, especially my loving partner . His effort and care made it one of the most romantic gestures ever .
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2 years ago, One of my close friend had a girlfriend in Rajasthan.
He went to meet her there. He wanted to meet her in hotel room. So he called me,
He : Gurmeet, book an oyo room for me. I am with her now.
(In background I could listen her denying for going in room. Maybe she was scared for first time.)
Me : Ok bro let me check.
I also didn't want her to go against her wish. So, after 10 minutes, I called him back,
Me : Bro, in your area no hotel is allowing couples. I have checked and called 2–3 hotels. Girl is from local area and they don't allow.
He : Yr, do something please.
Me : I have checked th
2 years ago, One of my close friend had a girlfriend in Rajasthan.
He went to meet her there. He wanted to meet her in hotel room. So he called me,
He : Gurmeet, book an oyo room for me. I am with her now.
(In background I could listen her denying for going in room. Maybe she was scared for first time.)
Me : Ok bro let me check.
I also didn't want her to go against her wish. So, after 10 minutes, I called him back,
Me : Bro, in your area no hotel is allowing couples. I have checked and called 2–3 hotels. Girl is from local area and they don't allow.
He : Yr, do something please.
Me : I have checked there is a cafe nearby. They allow couples to sit in private cabins. You can atleast do some Romance privately. Next time go in hotel.
I convinced him. They went there and sat for 3–4 hours. Talked happily, ate and did some kisses, hugs. She was happy for this.
This is only romantic thing I could do for anyone because for myself there's nothing like romance till now in life. 😅
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This might sound out of the blue, even a little weird, but my boyfriend gifted me self-made personalized coupons/vouchers to be used by me in various events. I found it extremely romantic. It had 'override coupons' which I could use in an event of a fight, thereby imposing my decision unquestionably; it had 'travel coupons' which I could unleash over him to take me any place I want to go ditching all his personal activities; it had 'Genie coupons' which I could use to ask any favor of him and he couldn't say NO and other such cool stuff. Even though he knew what he was sacrificing (which was p
This might sound out of the blue, even a little weird, but my boyfriend gifted me self-made personalized coupons/vouchers to be used by me in various events. I found it extremely romantic. It had 'override coupons' which I could use in an event of a fight, thereby imposing my decision unquestionably; it had 'travel coupons' which I could unleash over him to take me any place I want to go ditching all his personal activities; it had 'Genie coupons' which I could use to ask any favor of him and he couldn't say NO and other such cool stuff. Even though he knew what he was sacrificing (which was pretty much of his freedom) by giving me such an enormous control over him, he anyways did it out of love for me.
Wrote this for him -
An overwhelming desire to make you mine
Thinking about you gets me on cloud number nine
They say if someone is meant to be yours, eventually they will be
So eager to have you as mine, for you can’t wait to get down on my knee
Black seems white, day seems night
In my sight you shine the most bright
A moonlit starry night and cool breeze
Every slithering move of yours makes me freeze
Outwitting everyone do you attract me
Waiting for the day when we will just flee
To a place which would take my breath away
On the edge of crescent of the moon in the milkyway
Where you flip my ha
Wrote this for him -
An overwhelming desire to make you mine
Thinking about you gets me on cloud number nine
They say if someone is meant to be yours, eventually they will be
So eager to have you as mine, for you can’t wait to get down on my knee
Black seems white, day seems night
In my sight you shine the most bright
A moonlit starry night and cool breeze
Every slithering move of yours makes me freeze
Outwitting everyone do you attract me
Waiting for the day when we will just flee
To a place which would take my breath away
On the edge of crescent of the moon in the milkyway
Where you flip my hair and give a tender kiss
Depicting my exact chimera of bliss
Embracing me, you silence the outraging screams of my soul
Your great panache soothes my wounded soul
Having you as mine is a fading mirage on the horizon
It’s going to be tough to realize that you are gone
I just want to live those moments again which are in my eyes
Which made me quiver, shiver and filled colours in my pixie skies!
Stay with me as long as you can, hold me tight
Losing you has always been my biggest fright
Your gleaming eyes, they radiate glow around everywhere
Making even the brightest star fade in there
Staring at you has been so fascinating
Letting you just go is going to be devastating
A city full of hustles and bustles never distracts me
From missing you every moment, I just love thee
Oh, those unalterable feelings I feel deep inside
Is digging the core which keeps others aside
I wish I owned a planet for us
Keeping away from the city’s fuss
When you’ll be gone, I will have nothing but memories to cherish
The heart will only beat, but deep inside it will perish
Let that smile on the face of your soul glow
Let the river of your happiness always flow
Don’t die before I do
Heaven awaits me before you!
My heart is as deep as an ocean filled with emotion
I dedicate my life to you with full devotion
Beguiled by your charm
Not being with you is going to cause me so much harm
I am going to miss that bewitching smile
Which gets me wandering away more than a mile
My peace lies within you,
Calm I am when with you
Where were you hiding until now?
You just get me flattered and give a “wow”
Let’s sail seven seas together
Let me feel that touch of yours which is as soft as a feather
Let’s feel the wind blow
Hold my hand and never let me go
Never resent me, forgive me for wrong I have done
Totally infatuated I am with you, I can just see you and none
It’s hard to put in words, how I feel
Bruises on my heart are never going to heal
Distance between us kills me
Just want to run in your arms and feel glee
My eyes are fixed on you, dear
They are going to be filled with water when I won’t find you near
Mesmerized by your existence, do I believe in miracle
Being on earth do you make me believe being on a pinnacle
I hope, your penchant for me never dies,
Your heart, is the place where my heartbeat lies.
1)Me and my girlfriend had to spend three months apart due to our summer vacations after just having spent a month and a half together. We thought it will be easy because we were so much in love! Well, we were in for a horrible surprise.
The problems started just a week after we left, her complain- I don't call her enough and that apparently she is the only one trying to make it work. I managed to change myself in time and started calling her time and again. Disaster averted!
But about a month and a half into the vacations the real bomb dropped. She became very upset with me and started proving
1)Me and my girlfriend had to spend three months apart due to our summer vacations after just having spent a month and a half together. We thought it will be easy because we were so much in love! Well, we were in for a horrible surprise.
The problems started just a week after we left, her complain- I don't call her enough and that apparently she is the only one trying to make it work. I managed to change myself in time and started calling her time and again. Disaster averted!
But about a month and a half into the vacations the real bomb dropped. She became very upset with me and started proving exactly how big a jerk I had been throughout our relationship. How I had ignored her whenever she needed me, and never really understood her. She even went on to say that she doesn't think she loves me anymore. All of this got me down, and about 20 days from our institute reopening I broke down. That day, I thought of a surprise for her a way to win her back. I wrote her a letter each day for the next 19 days about how much I loved her, and how the things I did not show who I really am. I then went out and bought 19 envelopes and started giving her these letters everyday for the next 19 days, at the end of which she finally said "I love you" again, and everything was all right!
2)It was her birthday and I had no idea what to give her. There was one thing that she really wanted to do though, go on a ride with me on a bike. The problem- I did not know how to ride one! And I had convinced her that I wasn't going to learn it anytime soon. Well, now I had the perfect gift in my hands! I learnt how to ride a bike for her in a week and on the eve of her birthday called her out, made her wait for me and then rode in on a bike!