mksworld · 51-55, C
Love languages are like fluff. They're just concepts. Love is not defined by boxes in a textbook.
Busybee333 · 31-35, F
Romance is not always grand gestures. Tiny, consistent, sincere reminders that you think of and love your significant other can be the grandest expression of love and could be just what they need. To feel that you actually care. And deeply at that. There are many ways to say "I love you". Not all of them involve roses ^^. Although I love roses, I know that a man who knows to hold my soul (understands my heart) would definitely touch me more than the grandest bouquet. A man who senses when I need him to "just hold my hand", would definitely feel present. It is a different, simpler kind of romance that just whispers "I am here. I love you. No matter what." I know sometimes I'd want my man to surprise me with taking me out somewhere nice.. but nice doesn't have to be a 5 star restaurant. Sometimes.. simple things like homemade pizza on the roof, watching the sunset would feel more amazing and romantic than a 5 star restaurant hahah. Or.. a long walk near colorful trees in the fall.. to some it may seem boring, to me.. I see romance in sharing this beauty together while walking and breathing like this in unison (rythm of walking tends to match automatically.. it is something so simple and so amazing to me..would make me feel in harmony with the other). Or.. impromptu tiny romantic dance at home be it even in the most unexpected messy hair Sunday morning moment (you know basically stepping side to side, hugging).. is something that could seem romantic to me :) So romance can be shared in many ways. Perhaps yours is more quiet and more authentic, more simple yet deep.. but definitely you are not devoid of romance, which is nice ^^. Hope you meet someone who likes the same romantic language as you :).
Remember.. literally anything can become romantic if you wish to make it a little more lovey dovey ^^.
Remember.. literally anything can become romantic if you wish to make it a little more lovey dovey ^^.
@Busybee333 And that is the thing with me that people need to understand before wanting to put themselves in my life. We shouldn't try to change people when entering relationships even if it is just a friendship, and I don't come with bells and whistles. I come with a quiet peaceful vibe that has great ambitions to do something good with the world and to share something good with others. I might not be the story book fantasy lover that people dream about and I am okay with that. I am who i am living my life and I'm good in the quiet and I'm good when alone I don't need too much, but am more than willing and happy to share my day with others. I am just not willing to be someone I'm not so people can come to me with expectations. I love very strongly but you have to recognize it because it doesn't shout.
valobasa4ever · F
@valobasa4ever looks like an aloe vera, thank you.
Mamapolo2016 · F
You have described my late husband. Once in a while he’d go all gushy, but solid as an oak, devoted in a way he never talked about but proved constantly.
We had a mutual friend, and we both loved her, but sometimes she just decided to do dumb stuff for no particular reason. She started announcing with some frequency that she and my husband were having an affair. I wasn’t jealous. The jangly amount of jewelry she wore would’ve scared him off, but with repetition it got annoying. I casually mentioned to him that it was annoying.
A week or so later, the doorbell rang and there was our friend, distraught and crying. She was sobbing, “Don’t go! Don’t go! It was a joke.”
It developed my husband had gone to the Domestic Violence Shelter (all three of us were on the board) and walked in all despondent and sad and said, “She’s leaving me. She’s packing now.”
Our friend, of course, asked why.
“She says you keep saying we’re having an affair and she just can’t take it anymore.” Then he left.
Worked like a charm, and I learned not to go around casually mentioning things to my husband.
We had a mutual friend, and we both loved her, but sometimes she just decided to do dumb stuff for no particular reason. She started announcing with some frequency that she and my husband were having an affair. I wasn’t jealous. The jangly amount of jewelry she wore would’ve scared him off, but with repetition it got annoying. I casually mentioned to him that it was annoying.
A week or so later, the doorbell rang and there was our friend, distraught and crying. She was sobbing, “Don’t go! Don’t go! It was a joke.”
It developed my husband had gone to the Domestic Violence Shelter (all three of us were on the board) and walked in all despondent and sad and said, “She’s leaving me. She’s packing now.”
Our friend, of course, asked why.
“She says you keep saying we’re having an affair and she just can’t take it anymore.” Then he left.
Worked like a charm, and I learned not to go around casually mentioning things to my husband.
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@Mamapolo2016 That is interesting I haven't heard of that before
Mamapolo2016 · F
@DeadOrbit I don’t have an official diagnosis. I simply love to read. Have loved it since I learned to read. Maybe because I was one of a family of eight and I could just crawl into a book and lock the door. I could go anywhere from the ocean floor to the outer reaches of space.
@Mamapolo2016 I can understand that but that is why I questioned about the labels because I cant see where that would take you.