Well, for me, the most romantic time was my wedding night. (I am keeping this PG, no worries!)
It was a long day. I got no sleep the night before, had issues with my mom the day of, was stressed trying to finish decorating the church, was whisked off to get my hair done, then back to decorating, my grandparents whisked me off to eat (first food I had all day and I hardly ate), and then back to have make-up done, me being told to just sit back and relax which resulted in me trying not to flip out... all-told, it was a stressful day, an evening wedding, and a reception that lasted too long for a very tired bride who left it as early as possible. 😉
We get to the hotel, Seraphim helps me out of the car, takes me up to the room, helps me undress, helps me shower and then tells me to take my time drying off. He disappears into the bedroom area and tells me to wait while he gets something ready. I'm now in the blushing bride and feeling a little awkward and nervous about stuff to follow, but I come out all smiles when he calls me.
And then I start to cry.
He picked up all the rose petals my flower girl tossed during the ceremony, and arranged the over the bed with a little path leading up to it. It was one of the most beautiful things I had seen in my life. 🙂
For him, one of my best memories was his birthday. He had to go to school that day, so I spent the morning cleaning the entire apartment top to bottom. I then bike to the store to get a few things for dinner, and a present. I arrange it so dinner will be by candlelight, I wrap his present, and I made him this lovely Asian meal and a peach pie (he's not a cake person for dessert). I set up candles in the bedroom and it was all a surprise for him when he got there, and after dinner I took him into the bedroom and massaged his back and shoulders via candlelight. It all ended there, though, as he had had a really long day. But still... 🙂
Or, when we were at the RenFaire when we were still dating... he's in his kilt and the poet shirt I made him, I'm wearing my wench dress, and we're walking along. He sddenly sees this rose seller, goes over and buys a rose, and comes back, gets down on one knee, and offers me the rose and asks me if I'll accept it as a token of his love. 🙂 It was very sweet.
There are plenty others, of course. Like waiting for me in Frederick's of Hollywood while I spent 45 minutes trying on corsets I wasn't going to buy (at least not for awhile). 😉 Or taking a long walk with me at dusk on the ranch in Mexico when there was just us and the stars. 🙂 I could go on for a very long time. 😉
