when I hear the word romantic I want to gag.
I think of romance novel covers and dramatic lighting on women who take life to seriously.
I prefer whimsy as a lovey term. It is lighthearted, carefree and yet still holds a level of weight to be desired. I feel that it is real, and yet something that isn’t experienced every day. It’s a novalty. a treasure. a dream. A whimsical love: is unreal, yet tangible. It makes your heart go pitter patter. Makes you think in disbelief “this is real?”.
It is laughter, sunshine, simple.
I realized today that some people think of sparkly rainbows and pink and purple butterflies when I say whimsy.
is my idea of of love this juvenile? Do I yet have more growing up to do in this area?
