I heard what you said. I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want…a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.
When I was growing up, I always read horror books, while my sister read romance novels.
Live the full life of the mind, exhilarated by new ideas, intoxicated by the romance of the unusual.