I’m Not a Romantic, but If I Were
If I were romantic, we’d watch the sunrise snuggled in each other’s arms.
If I were romantic, I’d place a rose on your pillow each night and wake you with breakfast in bed.
If I were romantic, we’d eat dinner by candlelight. I’d put rose petals in your water and trail them to the bedroom.
But that’s if I were romantic.
Unfortunately, I’m not one of those women who inherited the romance gene. It totally skipped me and landed on my sister. I really have to concentrate on making anything romantic. Good thing my own personal hero who handles romance with panache and flair.
Thank goodness I’m a bit of a sentimental sap and treasure those moments of amorous genius. How else could I write about an indoor picnic or engagement rings in roses.
But romance is so much more than flowers, cards and candy. It’s a gentle squeeze, holding hands, a soft look passed across a room. It’s knowing where you are in your loved one’s heart. My idea of romance is playing our song from high school, a pair of shoes or bringing me a frappe. It’s also a lot of little things through out the year. Not just huge gifts for holidays, anniversaries and birthdays.
But that’s if I were a romantic. If all else fails, a frappe, balloons, and Hoops & YoYo will make this girl swoon. 🙂
Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Romantic.
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