I don't have a favourite, don't remember any specific ones, but I do have a favourite memory, if that's okay?
Rog and I had lived together for about a year when Valentine's Day came around. We were out at dinner, but I was upset because he hadn't done anything special. It was a small, intimate restaurant. The lighting was bright, yet cozy. It was a funky place with old signage on the wooden walls and the floors were old wide-pine boards.
Imagine my surprise when he got up, said he'd be right back, and left! I had no idea what he was doing and was slightly embarrassed. After several minutes spent stewing and fuming wondering where he'd got to, I looked up to see him coming through the door.
He came right over to our table, went down on one bended knee, and while he handed me a small, children's valentine, said some words to me in French. He'd gone to the minimart across the street and bought a whole box of kids' valentines (the only kind they had) just to get one for me. Inside, he'd written "I love you."
To this day, I don't know what he said, but I don't care. He got many years' mileage out of that one, incredibly romantic evening!**bg** After 24 years I guess it's a good thing he did.