We already knew we loved each other, but we were reading It Was Love When the book, and I grabbed one of his used nose tissues to wipe my tears. I didn’t care. I knew this relationship should stay a thing. (We’ve been dating 2 years)
Postscript: Planning on engagement in about two years.
best of super sweet
1940: sophomores in high school — I invited him on a moonlight cruise on Lake Michigan and instant love on first date. Seven years later, including WWII overseas, we married.
Postscript: Eight children later and a long goodbye next to him in the hospital, he went with the angels to God. A marvelous long love story — never over.
I was hooked before he even spoke to me. He was in his Navy uniform.
—Supporting Our Troops
Postscript: Turns out the Navy is not conducive for a dating life.
During my stay in Buenos Aires, he told me that he loved me after three short weeks. He didn’t speak any English, so I tried to explain to him he didn’t know how strong of a word he was using. A week later, when I went to visit his suburb, I realized that almost every day for the past few weeks, he had walked 20 minutes from his house, spent one hour on the train, and another hour on a bus, just to meet me in the city where I lived, not once mentioning the long journey it took to get there.
Postscript: We have been apart for almost 6 months. Still madly in love with him, I am going back to Argentina in two months for another semester abroad. TKM [te quiero mucho].
He’s the only boy I can remember meeting for the very first time.
Postscript: We flirted and were close friends for almost a year before he broke my trust. I didn’t think anything could hurt more, but not having him in my life is worse.
My friend was interested in him first, but it didn’t work out between them. The more she talked about him, the more he grew on me. Eventually, I couldn’t deny it.
Postscript: He decided he liked men, and we dated for two years. Things fall apart.
I was watching TV. He was next to me, doing his own thing and not really paying attention to the show. I laughed at something funny, and he looked at me and smiled back at me.
Postscript: It’s been five years, and I’ve watched way too much TV next to him.