Friday, February 17, 2017
My Most Romantic... #romance
For instance, my husband's latest gesture might not seem romantic to some. I guess it depends on your point of view. Recently he bought me home three large sections of leathery looking, foam backed material he'd seen in a skip. How is that possibly romantic? Well, last year I really got into cosplay - designing, making and wearing outfits made to replicate costumes from films, particularly Star Wars. He picked up the stuff in the skip because he thought I might find a use for in in future cosplay making. That, to me, proves he's taken note of my latest passion and thought about how much I enjoy it and how something could be potentially useful to me. While I really appreciate the odd bunch of flowers (Stargazer lilies for preference), that bundle of fabric was a far more individual and thoughtful gift.
To me, romance is certainly more than flowers and chocolates on one day of the year (though that certainly doesn't hurt). To quote my main hero Keir, who doesn't consider himself a man of romantic gestures either...
"To me, it is not about trying to be romantic," he assures me, very serious. "It is about being honest in your feelings when you love and care for someone. Keeping a promise. Respecting them. If that is being romantic..." He shrugs. "Then perhaps I am."