To wander a moor is an enchantment that both warms and chills, and that day was no different. Within the desolation, within a wintry wind, heather blossoms leapt as bonny flames. The sun hugged low to the hills, either rising or setting, I can’t recall which. You’d think I would, wouldn’t you? Because that is the day we met, he and I. Upon that silver-green expanse, so kissed with ‘top of the rainbow’ hues, his silhouette grew details. As our eyes met, my lungs took in the fresh air to maximum and my heart gained a lively rhythm.
Romance is those moments of emotional vulnerability that show our souls are naked in one another's company.
A flower from our garden, an unexpected kiss, a second hug before you go... that's romance.
Romance cannot come from a store; emotions are pretty hard to package and put a stamp on, and that's all it ever is.
Romance is a simple thing, it is the act of showing you are thinking of someone in a way that brings them joy.
The love-o-meter doesn't come with entitlements, love is free, it can only thrive in liberty... yet you must be real about what kind of relationship your heart can handle. Everyone has the right to protect themselves and clear communication is a must in matters of the heart. To do this right, you must first have a clear sense of who you are and what you want. So, when that meter says you have fallen in love, take a moment to step back and ask yourself what you really, really need and then discover what they really really need. Either you are a match, or there are easy compromises that can work, or you take the hit and walk away - hard as that is.
I could love you as no other has, in a way you'll always crave, be the lover of your dreams - just know that I can have my independence too. If I need to walk away, if I ever become less than your romantic love, less than the one you touch with excitement and joy, less than the one who's voice you feel soothed by, the one you long to walk next to, then I will. It feels these days that there are no standards for boyfriends or husbands - anything goes it seems. Not for true lovers though, the poetic kind who love with the soul, for them there are standards. For them there is a bond beyond marriage, beyond mortality, beyond reason. So be my lover for always, be my poem, my heart song, the one I long to touch and keep safe. The one believes in standing together, protecting each other, in the real meaning of love, accepting the costs.
Yeah, honey, you can be my undercover agent - so long as you're a gent under the covers. There's so much more fun to be had that way.
To have a great romantic relationship, first learn how to be alone. You must be truly yourself and able to love and hold onto who you are, and so must your partner. Otherwise you both fall as you seek to please and keep the other in fear of losing them, crippled by a fear of being alone. So, master that, feel solid ground, and anything is possible.