You had been dating John on and off for a long time. But you had ended it again when he had to be deployed once more, and you couldn't take it. You wanted to settle down, but it looked like it wasn't in the cards.

Until one afternoon, there was a knock at your door. Puzzled, you got up and went to answer, not expecting anything but curious nonetheless.

And there was John, on your porch, a bouquet of flowers in his hand. "I'm home. For good."