Okay...so here's the story of me and my ex.
We spoke on the phone for two nights in a row, having met through a personal ad in a local NYC gay bar magazine (this is pre WWW).
We actually fell in love, on the phone. The first night we talked for about three and a half hours. The next day he dropped off a dozen white roses to my office, and then bolted before I could come up to the desk to get them. The card held a teeeeeny picture of him - cut from a proof sheet of his head shots - and a note saying simply "XO". When the receptionist asked me who the guy was who dropped them off "He's hot!" I said, without thinking, "oh, I'm going to marry him."
The next night we spoke for a record five hours - from six p.m. until just after 11. I'd insisted on meeting on a Wednesday, a short work day for me, giving me time to get home, shower, shave, and be rested and looking better than haggard from work.
So on the third night we made a plan to meet for dinner, in person at last. I had purchased a grocery bag full of rose petals, and bought a small Xmas ornament of the Sun, Moon and Stars (we met ten days before Christmas) I got to our meeting spot early, a street in the West Village, across from one of my favorite restaurants. I left a trail of rose petals from the corner down to the spot where I was standing, tucked into a portico to stay out of the cold wind.
He came around the corner and I swear, upon seeing him the feeling was "oh, so THERE you are, where have you been all this time?" A familiar excited relief. It was amazing.
I gave him the gift, saying - "here, it's a kind of IOU...the sun moon and stars". Then we kissed, standing in a pile of rose petals in the cold of NYC in December, for about a half an hour.
We went to dinner, and I spent 50% of the time in the bathroom because I was so nervous that I had to pee every ten minutes LOL
Anyway, we ate, had a great dinner, strolled the Village in the cold, cuddled close and kissing at every possible chance to duck into a doorway or culdesac.
We arrived at his apartment in Chelsea shortly before midnight. It was a very small one-room efficiency with a a loft bed in it. He had strung twine from one corner of the room to the upper deck of the loft bed, and had hand cut out fold-over letters that spelled out "R**** I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER". When we moved to Los Angeles three years later the thumbtack holding up the twine in the corner was the last thing we took down, and the first thing we put up in the new apartment in L.A. It was the last thing we took down in L.A. and somehow never got around to putting up when we moved to Florida.
He will love me, forever. And I him. But nothing could keep us together as a couple - and God how we tried. What happened happened. I have no idea what I'll find next. No idea. But I'll always have this and a box of dried white roses with the first picture I ever saw of him.