I’m Not A Hopeless Romantic, But I Still Want You To Do Sweet Things
By Holly Riordan
I was never the girl who watched romance movies on repeat and reread fairy tales before bed, daydreaming about my Prince Charming galloping up to my window.
I’m just not that kind of person. I’ve never needed flowers on my doorstep and balloons tied to my mailbox. I’ve never expected a guy to pick me up for our first date while wearing a suit and I’ve never expected a handwritten poem declaring his love for me.
I’ve never considered myself a hopeless romantic. In fact, I used to scoff at couples who cuddled on park benches and called each other by embarrassing nicknames.
But now that I’ve found someone that I want to spend the rest of my life with, those things don’t sound as silly as they used to. Now, I kind of like the idea of romance.
I would like someone to knock at my door instead of beeping their car horn or meeting me at the movies. I would like someone to hold my hand as we walk through the park or have a picnic with me on the beach.
I would like to feel like I matter, like I’m worth more than sex and more than a one-word text.
To be clear, I’m still not a hopeless romantic, not at all. I just want you to do sweet things for me. I want the basic…
