Romance, writ large!

Okay, it is early-for me. I am sitting here in my kimono, I look like I always look in the morning, like I was dragged through a hedge. I have a cup of steaming coffee to my right and I am sniffing softly to myself.
But these are tears of sheer delight. (I like crying, especially when very happy, don't ask)
Let me explain.
8:am- the doorbell went. I ignore it.
8:01am -it goes again, much louder and longer this time.
Grumpily I arise and shuffle, mussy headed, to the hall. I pick up the intercom.
'What?'
'Good morning to you too.'
'What? Who is this?'
'It's me.'
Oh shit, the Paramour. I buzz him in and race to the mirror.
Eek! It is worse than I expected. Hair wild, face, puffy and covered in bits of green thither and yon from the face pack I used last night. I look a fright. I look deranged.
I try to shape my hair, ridiculous, it refuses to obey. Shit, I haven't even time to brush my teeth-
I hear a soft tap on the door.
Damn it.
I sigh, pull my shoulders up and answer it.
'Good morning.' he says cheerily. He kisses me on the top of my head.
'Hello, what are you doing here-this early?' I open the door wider.
He shakes his head. 'I'm not staying, I just stopped by to drop this off.'
He hands me a bag. I take it and blink. I look at him again, he is smiling.
'What is it?'
'You'll see.'
He kisses me again, on the lips this time and trots off down the stairs.
I close the door and go into my sitting room. I plonk down on the sofa and open the bag. I take out a parcel wapped in glittery red paper. I know at once that he didn't wrap it, this was done professionally. I have seen the paramour wrap.
I undo the layers of paper and remove a black box. it's light, It's flat, sort of CD sized.
I open it.
Inside, gleaming, a brand spanking new iPod Nano. It is slim, it is light, it is half the size of my old one, there is even a cool leather cover.
I am speechless.

I call him. 'You are the sweetest person I know, thank you so much. I absolutely love it.'
'You're welcome, I know how much you missed your old one.'

So folks. I am bubbling this morning, I am bubbling and completely and utterly blown away be this act of thoughtfulness. It makes me feel all gooey inside.
Hence the snuffling.
Hence the post title.
Sunshine and lollipops indeed. This is right up there for me.
What's the most romantic thing anyone one has ever done for you?