I have learned not to expect to be surprised with flowers.
I have learned not to expect to be surprised with a sweet date.
I have learned not to expect to be surprised with anything romantic.
Well at least nothing "normally" romantic.
He is romantic with me every day.
The first thing he does when he comes home is kisses me.
Even when he is absolutely drained from a long day.
Every night he turns over to kiss me and say goodnight.
At dinner he will get himself a glass of water and me a glass of juice.
He knows I prefer juice.
There is an item I cannot sleep without.
He always makes sure it is on my pillow so it does not get lost.
My writing is not something new to him at this point.
But he is willing to listen and lift my spirits about every piece.
I have plenty of insecurities just as many people do.
He is there to tenderly take me out of my weak moments, and remind me what I am worth.
After a silly argument, that we soon will forget the meaning behind.
He curls up next me just to hold me, because there is no reason to stay away.
I have spent a very small portion of my life with this man.
I also know that this man deserves a heart as warm as my own.
Just as I know I deserve his guarded heart.
This man is not romantic in the "normal" sense.
But this man is the most romantic man I can dream of.
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