When I think about it, there’s a lot of romance in my life! Like, a ridiculous amount, enough to make a movie. There was this one time, I had fallen asleep on this one man’s chest in a small field of flowers & I woke up to find his arms around me. Ooh! & This one other time when I was out on a date & I was taken to the cliffs to watch the beautiful night sky, listening to the waves crash against the jagged rocks as I was being held tight. I recall a time a couple of years ago, this man & I literally got lost together, haha! Frightened, we held each other’s hand until we knew we were in the clear. We kissed for the first time that night too! One of my most favorite romantic memories though.. Probably when a man came to my rescue when I got attacked by four men. He took me back to his place, cuddled me all night & didn’t let go till the morning, just to be sure I was feeling safe. Didn’t even try taking advantage of me or anything. Again, I have a lot of romance in my life. The only thing I think that kind of strips the romance away from it.. Is that none of those men ever liked me. I liked them a lot, it was just always a one way feeling.
& I am still perfectly fine with that because I still cherish those memories.
All the men that are sweet to me & make me feel special are either taken or sociopaths. Damn.