And after a lovely evening together I woke up in the morning to find her in front of me with a plate and a fork and a knife and an omelette. It was the first time I had ever gotten breakfast in bed. And after that moment I realized that I was in love.
—Joey
Postscript: Eight months and dandy!
It was that eerily quiet time of night just before dawn. We were lying next to each other, just talking. I had no desire to go to bed.
—Dan
Postscript: I’ve since tried to maintain a better sleep schedule.
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.
One afternoon we were lying together on his living room couch, napping side-by-side and completely at ease. In between consciousness and sleep, I prayed to God that this moment didn’t have to end; this was the happiest I had ever been in my life.
—Anonymous
Postscript: We broke up amicably three months later after we headed off to different colleges. Three years later, we’re still keeping in touch, and he’s still one of my favorite people.
He waited in an airport for eight hours to come visit me. When he finally walked off the plane at 3 a.m., when he should have arrived at 7 p.m., I burst into tears. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Happy Valentine’s Day!
—Cry Baby
Postscript: It’s been six months, and we’re as sappy as ever. He comes home in two weeks and I’ll probably cry all over again. And tackle him to the floor.
I lost my Blackberry on a trip to Jordan, and as I was frantically turning my suitcase inside out looking for it, I found a hastily handwritten note tucked in between some clothes. It said: “Hope your having fun on you trip. I miss you —Tony.” I read that and for a nice little moment forgot how helpless I am without my phone.
—Blackberry-aholic
Postscript: We’ve been together for over a year now. He still sends me little notes just because, grammatical errors and all.
The first time I saw him, I knew I was going to be with him. The first time we kissed, I knew I loved him.
—Andi
Postscript: Two years and three months later, we couldn’t be more in love.
