Back when we first started haning out my now husband asked me to go on a real date with him. I was very excited because I liked him a lot. The day before our date was supposed to happen, I started feeling sick and was hoping I would be better by the next night; I wasn't. I called him up and told him that I couldn't go because I was sick and he sounded sad, which made me feel worse. About an hour later there was a knock on my door and he was standing there with a "Get Well Soon" balloon and a single long stem pink rose in a vase along with a teddy bear.