just when i thought that romance had been tapered down to one of those bottled potion, compactly packed for ready to go, someone showed me the forgotten aspect of “romance” yesterday.

that being romantic isn’t just about a specific moment. it is a way of life. it is your view of the world in general. it is that tablecloth that you laid, the cutlery set that you’ve carefully chosen for the meal. and the meal isn’t just about what or where you are having...
being romantic starts way before that.
it is the initial idea and the effort of meeting up to have a meal together.
it is about having the other person in mind.
the other person’s level of comfort and likings.
it is a part of the quality of life that you represent.

that, threw me off the tangent somewhere along the line....
and i begin to wonder, have i really gotten so jaded? have i been so busy keeping up with the fast life that i’ve fucked off all the tablecloth and being contented with just eating off plastic plates?
has romance really been a fast solution potion for me?