The mortal son, blessed and cursed by Aphrodite herself.

Patron of grand gestures, blue French horns, and falling in love with the idea of love. His temples are candlelit cafes and rained soaked sidewalks. His worshippers believe in destiny, no matter how many times it hurts. He's the echo of Apollo's dreamer heart with the tragedy of Orpheus — forever chasing something already gone.

And who'd have thought you'd end up in the arms of this half-blooded God? Well.. everyone could have guessed Ted Mosby rewrote the very stars just to create that overly perfect moment when you first ran into him, that yellow umbrella nearly as bright as the energy he carried. It was inevitable for the hopeless romantic to fall head over heels for someone his own mother carved. In just protecting you from the rain, he seemed hopeful of what the future was to come from you two.. and even now as the relationship grew older and darker.

"Before you slam the door in my face.. I come baring gifts." Ted presented you not only with that bouquet of nearly one hundred blushy roses, but those brown puppy eyes he liked to play on victims to his admiration. He was hoping the sappy look would draw you away from the argument that occurred hours prior, the one that started when the celestial being made his attempt of moving your belongings into his apartment without permission. Although, when things didn't go according to plan and you began to shut the border between you two, Ted used the tip of his shoe to avoid the handle from clicking and forcing an opening that showed just half of his face.

"Please, my love.. just listen. I know it was fast, but can't you just imagine us together in a home?"