It was the last night before my boyfriend of one year was leaving for London. We had spent the day doing odd jobs getting him ready and final packing. I was staying over for obvious reasons and we had to be at the airport early in the morning. We finished watching the last episode of 'Queer as Folk' Season Two on DVD together lying on his bed and then decided to have an early night. Everything was done and finished, the last things off his list had be ticked.
I was abit emotional, partly in denial over him leaving and everything. It always seemed like I had more time with him before he left, but time goes fast I guess. I went out to my car and got my bag of clothes, etc for the morning. When I got back, he was looking up at me like he was waiting. He told me to lie down beside him, he had something to tell me. I was like, ok. What now. He was holding a small Japanese doll, that has always been sitting on his bookcase since I met him. And he told me the story that goes along with it.
It was called a Daruma doll.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dharma_doll
He got it when he first went to Japan in 5th form, which was 5-6 years for him. What happens with them is when you get one, it has two white eyes. You make a wish and paint one of the eyes in black. When and if your wish comes true, you paint the second eye in. So he told me this and then told me that his wish was that he would find the guy of his dreams to love. He then told me he could finally fill in the second eye.
Bear in mind that this was the first time he, or me, had used the 'love' word. I'll a strong believer in taking time to see things thru, rather then quick 'love in a week' situations. He said he was sorry it took a entire year but he had to be sure before he filled the second eye in. After he painted it in infront of me, he then gave me the daruma doll to 'look after until we are together again'.
If this isn't romantic, I don't know what is. This was followed by a great sex session and the best night sleep together.
This was an month ago. He missed our one year anniversary by two weeks, and next week, he misses my 21st. But I have a reminder on my bedside table that he loves me, and in two months, when I finish uni (the reason why I couldn't go with him in the first place) I will be flying to London to be with him and travel all around Europe with him. It is worth the long wait. It has been a long four weeks already and still ages to go but I know he is waiting for me.
Nice choice of song!
That was probably the most romance I've had in my life LOL but it's wonderful to read other peoples replies! 
Thanks for your kind comment. I'm very lucky to have him, but don't let me fool you. He's normally very much against anything romantic so it is a fight to get him too. But that just makes the times he does even more special. 
I'm a sucker for romance... ooohh