On our second date, Seth brought me homemade jam instead of flowers.
“I thought you could get more use out of it.”
That, to me, was the height of romance.
The next morning, I spread some on my toast. Sweet, fresh, fragrant. It was better than I’d imagined. Much like our second date.
Since then, he has not only brought me flowers (hand picked and arranged by himself) numerous times, but he’s given me more jars of jam.
And now, after last week, I know how to make the magical jam. The romantic jam.