When I was a romantic everything was important. I wrote letters by hand and mailed them with stamps scrounged from the bottom of the drawer. I signed my real name with a pen given to me by my grandfather.
When I was a romantic I drank more tea than wine and anticipation was my greatest pleasure. I kissed for hours without undoing a button.
I waited to say I love you until the sunset.
When I was a romantic I wrote things people would never read.
This is so true, it’s scary.
Ah, yes, but part...that “romance”...that your words...