Romance is dying.
And I’m not sure why.
Whoever said that romance took away from independence?
Or being treated like a precious stone made you somehow, weak?
After all, are stones not solid?
Are they not timeless?
Who doesn’t want to feel cherished, like a pearl?
From a friend…
From a lover…
When did romance stop becoming real?
“Love’s not some amorphous concept created for books and poetry and not attainable.
It’s real and vital, and it’s necessary. Damn it.”
― Nora Roberts,