I will not compromise.
I am a hopeless romantic. Even at my faded age I expect there to be proverbial fireworks and violins, velvet nights studded with twinkling stars, hands held beneath white cherry blossoms, eyes reflecting back the dancing flames of candles, sweet kisses as dawn blushes new skies.
Yet I am a proud romantic. I expect her to be excited at every text, pleased at every mail, thrilled by every phone call, delighted and breathless when we meet. Anything less than adoration I count as rejection, and I move on. I will not follow after an ambivalent heart.
I am a proud and hopeless romantic.
It has brought me joy and tears.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Jack Vettriano