I have a really stranger urge to write something romantic. However, seeing as I know little about romance and have experienced very little of it there seems very limited scope I can write about.
I think romance can come in many forms, unexpected flowers (that would be lovely), random little notes (that would be lovely too) or simply a good night kiss.
Obviously there's chocolates, candle lit dinners and roses, but they are all so cliché and I'd expect my man to have a little more imagination. Far be it from me to ever date a boring man, so lack of imagination should never be an issue!
I ended up catching the end of 'Dear John' tonight and I would love to know how Nicholas Sparks has the talent to reduce me to tears every time I read or watch an adaptation of his novels. It is now bordering on embarrassing and every time I end up thinking (from underneath a pile of tear coated tissues) why can't that be me?
Why can't I be that girl who has fallen hook, line and sinker for this wonderful man? Or the girl who took one look at a man and instantly knew he was the one she had spent her whole life waiting for. I mean do things like that really happen?
I've always thought that in order for people to write a truly great love story the author must have experienced truly great love. Or some where along the line an old married couple must have told their story and evoked such inspiration that a novel was written to tell the world.
The most romantic thing that I've experienced is...well, I don't know actually. I'm still waiting to be swept off my feet and transformed into a giddy teenage girl again.
LOVE is patient and kind, but I wonder if he will be carrying yellow roses, wearing armour and straddling a horse. I doubt it!
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