She brought me M&M’s while I was building my brother’s house. They fell down into the unfinished basement onto a pile of rocks, and I jumped down to pick them up. I had to get a ladder to climb back out.
Postscript: Married for 26 years.
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When we were together, I felt like “I love you” would slip out of my mouth at any moment. I tried to hold myself back and wait for the perfect moment. Turned out, we didn’t need a perfect moment. We just said it one night while saying goodbye.
Postscript: We’ve been dating for four-and-a-half years, and we’re as happy as ever.
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He had to pull me out of a pool because I got too drunk. Then he sat beside me on the couch while I slept and checked my breathing and pulse every five minutes until the early morning.
Postscript: We’ve been dating for over two years now!
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We were of two different religions, and his parents were not accepting of my faith. He told them that he was going to marry me regardless of what they felt.
Postscript: We have been married for 37 years, raised three children, and celebrate both religions in our home.
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He would always drive me to and from meet-ups with friends and play my favorite radio station in his car even though we have different tastes in music. At the end of every night, he would open the car door for me and walk me to the front door. Then he would shyly tell me he had a nice time, awkwardly give me a hug, and run back to his car. It was really cute.
Postscript: Eventually, one of the times he walked me to my front door, he asked me out on a date. We have been dating for two years, and he still opens the car door for me and walks me to my front door after every date.
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I had a very tough day while I was working as a counselor at a sleepaway camp. It was color war, so it was completely normal that my long-time friend happened to be dressed in a makeshift tiger costume. Seeing that I was crying, he came over, gave me a hug and used his tail to dry my eyes.
Postscript: We’re best friends. We live in different parts of the country now, but I’m still pretty much in love with him. I regard him as a long-term project.
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My boyfriend from home and I were “on a break.” I was playing a drinking game in a field in Paris with other international students, flirting with a German boy. We found a club, and I ended up dancing with him. I couldn’t stop thinking about my boyfriend. It was an incredible longing to be with him, to feel his body against mine. No cute foreign boy was worth losing him.
Postscript: I got mugged on the way home from the club. It was probably God’s way of warning me not to touch other people. That same night, my boyfriend and I ended our break and agreed to be exclusive. We’ve now been dating for more than a year, and I still can’t stop thinking about him.
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