Once, when I was seriously sick, living a little more than a hundred miles away from my then boyfriend, him without a car, he bought a bus ticket in a seedy little neighborhood at 3 AM, rode the hour and fifteen minute bus-ride standing because they'd overbooked, walked five miles from the station to my apartment, and stopped off at a grocery store along the way just so he could bring me Chicken & Stars.

Today, he brought me Chicken Gumbo from the place downstairs, less than a block away, no bus-ride involved, but it was still just as much of a surprise.