f or these two twittering lovebirds, the land of Telus served as a conduit of communicado. Fabian’s infatuation was instantaneous, while Juvena needed just a modicum of arm twisting before delving into the office romance. Once coaxed, they initiated a string of swoony date nights that included one unforgettable bird’s-eye-view of a possible future together thanks to a dinner at T.O.’s Panoram

n o sweeping romance is without a little interference from kismet – so says Hollywood. And Sandra and Alan’s love story is definitely awash with sunset backdrops, V-J Day in Times Square kisses, and happy accidents. The two met playing poker at a casino charity fundraiser, when Sandra pulled up beside an instantly-smitten Alan. Once kicked to the curb by lady luck, she was all prepared to call

t he marital tale of Amy and David is quite simply about a dude, a dudette and an undeniable sense of magic. Its tapestry-like nature of episodic class-acts, crystalline sass, and sparkly pop-culture references, pull out all the stops before scripting an Oscar-worthy take on what it means to be modern and in love.

j oel and Christina have been sweet on each other since their teenybopper days. The longtime valentines met on a millennium cruise, sharing a heavy date on the top deck. With virgin daiquiris in sweaty palms, the two soaked up rays and talked for hours before becoming the night’s floor show, dancing alone to Red, Red Wine. When the clock struck twelve, and the glass slipper dissolved back into a

t his cuddly couple have got the market cornered on making time for each other priority Numero Uno. Sitting-in-a-tree since the dapper age of eighteen, Kimberly and Peter walked down the aisle with some serious kick-you-know-what style, scoring the luxurious Plaza Volare for a venue, while incorporating their own personal touches of exotic flourishes and sweet-tooth temptations into the magical mix