Jane Eyre

I think I read this for the first time when I was thirteen or so. One of my favorites of all times.

Loved the part where Rochester said (paraphrasing) Jane's mind was his toy and if it were broken he would take delight in it still. I think the best romances are about two people having a “meeting of the mind,” and I say this as someone who reads a fair amount of erotica, go figure.

I simply like the idea that a couple are compatible enough that you can imagine time together forever. This is the classic, literally, example.