My boyfriend sent me this during a fight the other day. I pretty much started crying at work.
“Romance feels like I want to spend the rest of my existence with you forever, like you’re the most important thing in the world to me, like when you smile my world lights up and I’m not angry and alone anymore, like I have a reason to try that isn’t my own self, that a single gesture from you makes me feel loved, that I don’t have to take you to fancy restaurants and buy you jewelry even though I’m poor, that I can just cuddle up on you and you don’t just say “you just want to have sex” that you’re not afraid to see who I really am, that you want those things with me too. Romance is that everything we do, no matter how little, big, mundane, or extreme is at least as special as the last. That’s romance to me, that’s what I feel when I’m with you, that’s how I see. Its not about these books and movies where everythings ideal, where he takes the princess away or she leaves her beau for a guy who has nothing but a big heart, and the ability to focus to write love notes (cute as it is) its about the truth, about the pain, the joy, the bliss and ecstasy of living life together. Its about seeing everything together and eventually being one. Sure cutesie things are nice, but that’s not the point, that’s just the garnish on the plate. That’s why parents who are really in love don’t do all those things. Romance is the family, the house, goodmorning kisses, night time cuddles, hugs, glances, annoying money talks, car rides, the air they breathe in each other’s presence. I’ve seen it every day between my parents and my friends parents, that’s what I imprinted on. The sweet smile as he walks in the room and they way she cuts food and he walks over and pecks her on the cheek, the way she smiles like she can see the beauty of the world even if she can’t. The way they fight and ten minutes later she puts a hand on his shoulder and he rubs it with one of his thumbs before kissing it. Romance is when I come over at night, and I can’t stop smiling at you, and even if you don’t notice it or just go “what?” and continue being on your computer, and I just half giggle and say “nothing”. Its when I fall asleep next to you and feel safe. Its also the little things when we hold hands, the massages, when we pet each other, tickle fights, when we do things to annoy and bug each other. Even when you fight with me because for some reason that I can’t explain I let you and I can’t stay angry at you nor do I want to. I just want it to get better and for you to stop being so unhappy, so frustrated and angry at everything.”
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