Do people think romance means flowers and chocolates and diamonds and ‘He went to Jared‘ and ‘Every kiss begins with Kay‘? [Those commercials are gross, by the way.] I think that version of romance is as phony and meaningless as Valentine’s Day.
When I dream of having romance in my life (which is daily), I don’t imagine those things. I dream of a love where he (whoever he may be… sigh) thinks of me and makes sure I know it. He makes me feel special all the time. He remembers the little things so his gestures are truly meant for me—not the generic standards (flowers, diamonds, etc.). He takes care of himself (abs! seriously, though) as I take care of myself because he wants to be the best he can be for me (and for himself). He adores me, flaws and all. Maybe even because of my flaws.
That is how I am when I am in love.
I’ve always had people in my life telling me that my dream of finding ‘that guy‘ (see above) is just that—a dream. He doesn’t exist in ‘real life‘. Maybe that’s true. I know it’s why I gave up on finding him and am stuck in my current relationship—because I believed them when they said it was pure fantasy.
The most romantic person I know—me—has no romance in her life.
Do I really have a soulmate? And if I do, how the fuck am I supposed to find him?
Soulmate. That starts with S.
p.s.— This wasn’t meant to lead right into my S post, but I guess it worked out that way…
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