I’m a hopeful romantic because I refuse to believe romance is dead. I’m a hopeful romantic because I know love isn’t a hopeless cause to fight for.
And at some point, the desperate desire to call the other person whenever we have good news (or whenever we fail) will fade. But I hope the door to each other’s lives never fully closes. Because even though the timing wasn’t right, I know we were.
Outline her lips with your fingers. Caress her cheeks with your palm.
Positivity. The great thing about the sun being out more often than not is that it really does boost your mood. Allow that positivity to run through you and influence your day in a good way as often as possible.
Bringing flowers. Again, it doesn’t matter who is bringing the flowers to whom, it’s the more the fact that it just isn’t a romantic gesture that happens much anymore. On Valentine’s Day? Yes. Anniversary? Maybe. But on a regular date? Not anymore.
“He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.” — Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina
You saw through my faults, struggles, heartache, imperfections and found grace inside them. I fell in love with you, because I couldn’t wait to figure out who that person you were looking at, was.
Being your wife will be an honor, but it won’t be my identity. I am so proud to be part of your life, to grow old together, to share whatever comes our way. But being Your Wife won’t become all that I am. Being Your Wife will never be my title. First and foremost, I am Me.
“Heaven is a place on earth with you.” ~Lana Del Rey
When I got to the hotel he had already been there and filled the room with candles. Some spelled out “I love you” and others spelled out my name. We ordered food, drank, and stayed up all night.