Here’s an example of appropriate persistence:
I had dated Bloke for a while, and been friends with him for years. We just weren’t right for each other, and I broke up with him. A few weeks later, he called, declared his undying love for me, and asked if there were any chance? I said, I’m sorry, no. He’s a dear friend, I care about him, but I don’t care for him. He accepted my answer, and didn’t make me feel in any way pursued, or treat me in any way other than friendly.
A few months later, on my birthday, he sent a bouquet of flowers. Not red roses, not a roomful of dozens like makes them swoon in the movies, just a small, thoughtful bouquet that let me know the door was still open. I called and thanked him, in a friendly manner, and when I didn’t try to step through the door, he left it at that.
If he was in town on business, we got together whenever we could fit it in, with never a hint of anything other than friendship. But every year, for twenty-odd years, that bouquet showed up on my birthday, just to let me know the door was open. And because regardless of whether I wanted him in the same way, he just liked knowing the flowers made me smile. Honestly, it made me wish I COULD want him, but I couldn’t even make myself do it, he just wasn’t right for me.
Before he proposed to his now wife, he flew into town and we had dinner. He spent the better part of two hours telling me all about her, and how wonderful it all was, and I was overjoyed for them. Door closed.
We are still friends, I think of him warmly, and we still keep up with each other on social media. We no longer get together “just us” because his wife wouldn’t like it, and I don’t blame her.
And yes, from some guys, those flowers would have been creepy as hell. But he had never tried to push past a boundary I set. He prioritized my happiness, and would never had tried to “break me down” or “wear me out.” And throughout our friendship and short dating life, he had never once made me feel threatened in any way. He respected my ability to know my own feelings, and my right to decide for myself what I wanted. He made sure I felt safe with him,and would have been horrified if he’d done anything to make me feel pressured or threatened.
If my feelings had ever changed, it would have been the romantic story of the century. LOL! His wife is a very lucky woman; he just wasn’t right for me.