I used to travel back to Malaysia once a year and stay there at least 1 month. During my stay there, I would send cards to my husband in LA waiting for my return. He in return also sends me cards which always arrive fairly quickly.
One time, I wasn't expecting anyone visiting and someone rang the doorbell. I opened the door and saw a young man with a bouquet for flowers. I thanked him for the delivery. I quickly searched for the card and I saw in it written, "I miss you," at the bottom of the card there printed was my husband's name. Suddenly, I felt so romantic. Never in my mind was I expecting this romantic gesture from him.