Well a note and a poem.
I was sorting out boxes in our store room today. Boxes full of stuff from my past (and dhs) in one amongst old essays and letters I found a poem a poem written by the bloke in Uni that was my first shag. All very pretentious and embarrassing but sweet in its way. In the same box there was a letter the same bloke sent to me when I was back home after I graduated - it was brief, to the point and was calling in a debt for petrol money I apparently owed him. Cash preferred 
It summed up the beginning where he was all hearts and flowers and grand romantic language - his muse to his car share debtor! Oh well
Who else can now look back and grin at the drama of youthful flirtations remembering how serious they seemed then - you have to be over 40 to really reminisce with sufficient distance of course.