If I’ve learned anything over the years, it’s that ‘romance’ can be one hell of a dangerous thing at times.
Once again, I find myself thrust against the gates of romance and asking myself what it is I want, expect or need from that niggling but brilliant, seven letter word.
I’m an old fashioned kind of guy I guess. In a time when “love at first sight” is a foolish notion that has no place outside of a Disney movie, I can’t help but wish it might be true. Don’t get me wrong… I can be a cynical git at times and roll my eyes as far as they will roll at people’s tales of instant love and romance and belonging. But wouldn’t it be nice?!!! I think so… Cue three fairies to argue over whether my dress should be pink or blue...
I am a fiercely independent person. I enjoy my own company. I trust no-one more than me… But, despite certain cases of cheating and lying and general no-good-nik-ness from past lovers, I’d love to be romanced. Maybe even be the romancer. I guess, for the first time in a very long time, I'd love to be the proud half of a damn good pair...
After a long, long romance free time in my life… I feel it might just be time to jump back on that unpredictable, old mule, grab it by the mane and see where it takes me…
Just a thought…
That’s all
x
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1 comment:
I was just reading some of your modern day musings and saw this post. First I was struck that you used the photo you did because I actually used that photo years ago as a sketch in my sketch book. And secondly … you will be romanced again one day. Of that I have no doubt. Whoever is on the receiving end of it is lucky! xo
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