I think romance is not about spending five millions for fancy gifts, nor a bouquet of roses with exquisite dinner, nor the poetic love lines exchanged in the middle of the night. It is not about the intensity of physical meeting and all that.
It’s more about the presence of your significant other; not physically, more like how that certain somebody be that figure in your life.
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Sometimes, the feelings you have for a certain someone or certain something can no longer be contained that you feel a sudden explosion of emotion. By then you’d be impulsive. You’d be ecstatic. You could do anything you would never imagine before.
When you are not obliged to do good, allowed to act as you please, not bound to be with a certain set of rules, have the amenities it has yet to offer, cherish all the littlest details.
Yes?
You know, I hate this feeling.
It’s a little bit of unnecessary jealousy, a little bit of competitiveness, a huge chunk of worthlessness, a huge chunk of low self esteem, a little bit of guilt, anger, fear, and mostly; insecurity.
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