The story of my paternal grandparents :
They were teen sweethearts. However, my grandfather came from a very rich family, while she came from a family who was also rich but not rich enough to be married off to my grandfather's family. My grandfather spent his entire 20s in America, studying law and business. When he came back, he married a woman who was considered " acceptable " by his family and they even had a son together. However, during WWII, the Japanese killed his wife when they wreaked havoc during the occupation of the capital city. He was a widower at the age of 35-something. He took care of his son ( my uncle ), worked hard at business and his law practice but still felt utterly lonely and thought about his teen sweetheart ( my grandmother ). So, he started writing letters to her family, to try and find her. It took around a year to finally get her address ( as we believe now, her family was trying to protect her from getting her heart broken again ). Anyway, they had their " first " date when they finally reconnected and they married within a few months. They were together for a very long time, had 5 children ( my dad, his three brothers and his sister ) and the love ended when my grandfather died. My grandmother outlived him for another 20 years and never remarried, always wearing black and referring to him as if he was still alive ( and was just away on a business trip ). It's a very bittersweet story....