I am in a romantic mood. Perhaps it's because every Friday I find inspiration in the promises of freedom that only a weekend can bring.
A slower pace of existence, one that allows space for a lingering embrace and glaces that are more intimate then words will ever be. -tM
It's the romantic in me...tM
I miss romance. Old world romance to be exact. When there were little to no conversations to be had on the phone but instead letters and poetry were posted, when one would show up on the door step with an apology as opposed to a sent text or email. When slow dancing meant something.
Where and when did these simple romantic gestures disappear to and why have we accepted there demise? Not only do they make one feel desired but they also bring with them the feeling of mystery and remoteness from everyday life.
Simply put: "The very essence of romance is uncertainty." - Oscar Wilde
Give me excess of it. -tM