Around 1915

Not longer after the dawn of her acting career, Rose met an actor who was genuinely interested in courting her. Michael Calvert was shocked at first when he found out that Rose was a young mother, widowed even. She'd never told him, but he'd never asked.

Over lunch one day she recalled, "My husband was an excellent artist. His drawings were so real they were almost like photographs. He could tell everything about you simply by looking in your eyes." I lost him the night the Titanic sank, she remembered but never told anyone. She was also careful not to release too much information about Jack to Mr. Calvert.

Rose had an interest in Michael, but every time she accepted a date with him, as innocent as it was, she felt like she was betraying her love for Jack, and told him so. "Rose, who do you want? The love of your life who died to save you or a genuinely sweet man who has offered to fill the void in your heart that you promised me you'd find someone to fill?" She heard Jack's next words loud and clear in her ear. "Do you love him?" The inquiry that once referred to Caledon Hockley, and she thought terribly rude, was now the truth that he wanted her to come to terms with. "Yes," she said aloud.

After debating the idea for a year, Rose agreed to marry Michael in a private ceremony on June 5, 1917. In the chapel, when it dawned on her that she now had two husbands, she lifted her eyes to heaven as a tear ran down her cheek. She couldn't ever see him except in her dreams but she always felt him watching over her.

Jack smiled as he saw her looking up at him. She fulfilled her promise to find another man to love, but never in the way she loved him. At the same time, Jack was crushed. "Rose, that should be my wedding to you. I should be the one exchanging vows and the one who kisses you and touches you when you crawl into bed tonight!" He added, but not so she could hear, "You'll have to wait 79 years before I can hold you like that again outside of your memories."