Am I A Romantic Person?

Am I a romantic person?

A couple of friends who know me well call me a romantic every now and then.

I wrote poems.
I made cards.
I hand-made gifts.

I can easily let my imagination and beliefs drifting through the stars and make a wish to be transform into half robot (like Westworld) the very first chance I get.

I don’t see myself as a romantic.

The first time my partner shot a fish here in Siargao,

By the time we got on shore, it started raining and got heavier and heavier every 5 seconds.

He had to clean the fish before we headed home – avoiding the smell to linger at home.

The spot we went, before the water gets deep, the stones and corals circled into a natural pool.

So there we were,

Me standing, he crouching, under the pouring rain; both shivering due to the cold.

He labored on the fish; I savored the moment in this scene setting.

“Wow, this is by far the most romantic thing I’ve ever done with you!”

“You are kidding right??!”

Then, it hit me. I AM a romantic.

I just don’t fit in the grand gesture type. (The Hollywood romance, right?)

I love experiencing how the subtlety of love seeping through the molecule of daily life, like oxygen through the red cells.

I can be very raptured in moment like this.

So,

🪸 How many parts of you are trapped in others’ definitions of things?

🪸 How you believe you need to struggle or to beat yourself up before you being who you want to be?

🔛 What’s truly YOUR OWN romance?

I love you.
I love you.
I love you.

Be love and be loved.