HOLLYWOOD LOVE: JULIE ANDREWS AND BLAKE EDWARDS

Despite being married to her first husband from 1959 to 1967, screen legend Julie Andrews found lasting love with her 2nd husband - director Blake Edwards. Later, Andrews went on to share her meet-cute story with the late Blake Edwards, her husband of over 40 years who she first made eye contact with at an intersection in Hollywood as he sat in his Rolls-Royce. "I was trying very hard not to fall in love with him. And that was Blake Edwards," Andrews said of Edwards, the director of Breakfast at Tiffany's and The Pink Panther movies. Edwards himself once described the way they'd met as "wonderfully Hollywood."

Ten years before they actually married in 1969, Julie Andrews and director Blake Edwards met like ships passing in the night, the actress revealed in a 2015 interview with Good Morning Britain.

Andrews explained how they spoke briefly from their cars, outside of a therapist's office, during their first introduction, which she deemed "corny": "I was going one way and he was going the other, he rolled down the window after smiling a couple of times and he said, 'Are you going where I just came from?'"

Despite their rom-com-appropriate meeting, their marriage was far from easy, particularly because of Edwards's hypochondria, mood swings, and suicidal thoughts. Together, they raised Emma, Amy and Joanna (two adopted daughters), and Jennifer and Geoffrey (Edwards's children). And Andrews admitted that as the daughter of an alcoholic mother and stepfather, she may have tried to "rescue" Edwards in a way. "You have to remember, I was very used to that kind of thing, cause I was—you know—a very big codependent with my own family," she said. "And so I became that with Blake."

No matter what, Andrews told herself, "we will have harmony in this house," and made it work. Andrews and Edwards were devoted to each other from their marriage in 1969 until the director's passing in 2010, and for their 20th wedding anniversary, Andrews read him a poem, one that still remains embedded in her memory: "And darling, when I show you this poem—I know what you will say. 'What else?' You'll grin. 'What else, will you write of me today?'"