I "stole" my parents' rental car and drove 13 hours from LA to Albuquerque stopping only for gas in order to see my love. Certain conditions in my life at that point were keeping us away from each other. I left without word at 6AM, after emailing a lengthy note to my boss that I wouldn't be coming into work that week because I just had to leave and see the love of my life. We had been forced apart by the aforementioned conditions for 2 months and it was killing us. Around 8AM the "where the hell are you!" texts and calls came rolling in, but I turned off my phone. In the aftermath of all this, my parents had to make up a ridiculous and lengthy fake trip to the rental car company to explain the miles, as one of the conditions upon the rental was that it was to be used only in-state. So what happened to us? I ended up marrying her. Love can make us crazy, do ridiculous things, but I regret none of it.