sweet
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.
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super
Sitting on a park bench, we talked for hours about South African politics. Him, the bright Namibian law student with the scruffy beard. And me, the wide-eyed undergraduate who dreamed of saving the world. As our hands locked, two different worlds inevitably became one.
—Fleur Sauvage
Postscript: After dating for two months during my undergraduate study abroad program, we decided to stay together (despite the 8,000 miles that separated us). We are engaged to be married next summer.
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strange
I made fun of her. She shoved me into a chair. We went on our first date two weeks later. It’s good to know that fifth-grade habits still apply in college.
—B
Postscript: We dated for two months and then split.
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sweet
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.
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sweet
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.
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strange
We stayed up until 6 in the morning just talking and decided to get Burger King breakfast. He didn’t judge when I ordered hash browns, a Croissan’Wich, french toast sticks and an orange juice.
—Yvette
Postscript: I’ve gained 10 pounds since being with him, but he still makes me the happiest I’ve ever been.
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surprising
I had told my mom that if only someone like him could like me then I would move on from my crummy old relationship and into a new one. He told his mom he thought I was beautiful. I visited him in Chicago a month later, and he swept me off my feet.
—Ally
Postscript: I travel the country to be in his arms. He makes the smile on my face so much brighter; I couldn’t be more in love.
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