Romance: A Snapshot

I love being romanced.
I love the pretty words and holding hands and compliments.
I love the eagerness to talk to me and the cherishing of each moment.
I love the promptness at date time and lighting the candle at the table at dinner and humoring my need to blast Christmas music while driving around looking at Christmas lights.
I love the phone calls.
I love the reassurance and the openness and the way it's okay for me to tell you how I feel about you.
I love that, even though you're leaving, I feel like maybe it could work.
I love that I want to try.
I love that you suffered (mostly silently) through Dirty Dancing, and now you know that nobody puts Baby in a corner.
I love that after months of missing you and being angry and upset and hurt (which is not forgotten or even forgiven really, btw).... I love that it was like we were never apart.
I love that you're getting your life together and that you're excited to strike out on your own and make something of yourself.
I love that I can see you maturing and learning and growing up. 
I love that I get to be a part of it.
So, feel free to blast my optimism. You can't squelch it. Like I said, it's my duty to remain obnoxiously hopeful and view it all with a childlike sense of wonder. You can't convince me that Santa isn't fulfilling the promise he made to me this year.
I am not asking for anything, or assuming anything, or counting on anything.
I just thought you should know that I have loved this.
And, until further notice, I'll probably keep loving it. I'm not even quite sure how to make it stop.
(I'm going to feel really silly when I post an angry/upset/hateful blog in a few days about all this. It'll happen, though. See? Realism. lol)

Anyway, mostly I love being with my love, no matter what time frame or restrictions or speed bumps await in the parking lot of life. 

Sarah :: Plucky in Love

Sarah, aka "Plucky", blogs on the reg, unless she's on vacation or there's a Pretty Little Liars marathon or she's mulling over the implications of the phrase "on fleek." She can't live without iced coffee, a portable phone charger, or equal pay. Say hello!

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