Romance, so it seems, is one of the most misunderstood terms of all time.
One friend claims that romance means 'to light candles', another believes it's something to do with flowers, someone else thinks it's about sending 'Good morning!' SMSs, and so on.
The problem with romance, is that essentially it is all of the above and none of the above at the same time.
Romance doesn't hide in any empty gesture, it hides in the emotion, in the intimacy we may share with another person. More than anything else, romance is not about faking.
I can't fake it. I can't pretend to care when I don't. It may make me a difficult person to approach, it may make me evil, heartless, overly rational, or all of the above. Be as it may, that is who I am. There's never been, nor will there ever be, a point to attempt to change that.
And it does go both ways – I don't want the premature flower.
Sometimes I feel like we ruined romance. Too many films around to give you the wrong idea of what is expected of you, too many people trying to say what they think you want to hear, too little people actually being themselves.
Whoever it is I am to end up with, he has to be real. Then I will be able to taste romance again. Once more, as it should be – with feeling.