Well I believe the most romantic gifts are those that are created and not bought. My boyfriend recently made a sweatshirt for me that says: "I love you Amber now and forever Love, Chris. That gift has more meaning then any piece of jewelry:) I love you too Chris:)
Pales in comparison to some of the stuff on here, but here goes:
Last year I started going out with a boy I’d met in my World History class, Steve. He was the first guy I ever went on a real date with – my previous boyfriend had actually just been more like a guy friend, with kissing. We dated for a few months starting in late August. That Halloween, a race car driver I’d had a crush on since I was 13 was killed in a crash, and I was devastated. First off, it sucks to lose somebody you had a teenybopper crush on – you oughta know hwat teenybopper crushes are like. Second of all, it was my first brush with death. What made it REALLY suck for me was that I couldn’t deal with my first brush with death openly, because after all I hadn’t really KNOWN Greg Moore. He was just some racer somewhere. I felt guilty for feeling so bad, and the only person I told was my best friend. I ran into Steve in Wal-Mart the next day while running errands for my mom. I guess he saw my emotions in my face (I’d been having a hard time not crying all day), and he asked me what was wrong. I told him nothing just to avoid having to talk about it, and crying right there in the school supplies aisle at Wallyworld. Well, apparently Steve asked my best friend about it the next day at school, and on Wednesday, he brought me a bouquet of flowers at work. The card read “I know you lost someone you really cared about, and I just want you to know I’m thinking of you.” That was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for me, because of the emotions behind it. I still have the card. I’m looking at it right now. I know it was only a year ago, but the way I lose things the fact that I still have it is a miracle…
Oh… unfortuneately, despite all that, Steve and I didn’t work out, and we broke up before Christmas. Since then I’ve dated two guys (one in the spring and one over the summer), neither of whom did anything all that romantic (well, Spring-boy gave me a half dozen roses on our fourth date, but I don’t like roses and I’d already decided not to go on a fifth date with him, anyway, because he was Not My Type. A great guy for another girl, but Not My Type. When he finds a girl whose type he IS, she’ll be one of the luckiest chicks in the state.)
Oh oh, do you have to be going out with the person for them to do something romantic? Because the boy who sits in front of me in Creative Writing wrote me a poem last week.
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…That gift has more meaning then any piece of jewelry:) I love you too Chris:) **
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Amber, does that mean I won’t need to get that engagement ring? g
~JK~
I am glad you liked the sweatshirt:) I had fun making it, too:)
-Chris