Not many people peg me as a hopeless romantic, but oh my god am I. To the point where I make myself nauseous!!
The small things mean everything to me, I would much rather go on a walk with someone then receive a gift. Nothing is more relaxing to me than a late night cup of hot cocoa curled under the blankets with someone. Screw the fancy restaurants and clubs, how about a picnic at the harbor. A handpicked dandelion earns more points than a rose.
But I guess that’s out of character for me or some shit. I’ve only told a few people this stuff and the looks of disbelief could’ve scared a nun.
So I guess Ill just keep dreaming.