Hello romance lovers and readers!
Today, a thought popped into my head after a good morning kiss from my main squeeze and man of my dreams. Is romance dead? I’ve always been a romantic at heart. The proof is in my eight published romance books. Yet, in my own life, for the longest time, I had no romance, no sweet gestures that would make me swoon. Two serious relationships, but nothing that I would consider romantic. Maybe my expectations were too high. Maybe it was my inexperience with life and men in general. Whatever the reason for the lack of romance in my life, I knew it existed. Movies and music showed me signs of romance. Even my friends had told me stories about their sweethearts. Yet, until a year and a half ago, I truly thought romance had hidden from me, never to be for me.
In this modern world, we read about tales of romance from another world. The excitement of the man of your dreams calling on you. Strolling in the park without touching. Stealing kisses whenever possible. Maybe it was a simpler time. Yet, I believe in romance. I believe it does still exist. We simply need to keep our eyes and heart open to see them.
For me, I think it’s romantic when my man takes out the garbage or sends me a text on his lunch hour just to say hi. Every morning, while I’m still in bed, my man bends down and gives me a kiss and a boyish grin, and tells me to have a good day. He doesn’t have to tell me he loves me either. I know he does with the simple yet thoughtful gestures he does for me every day.
Do you think romance is dead? Tell us your story.