If it feels this right, how come it isn't meant to stay?
Do I not deserve this type of happiness and love?
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I used to think romance came through grand gestures. As if planing and money had to be involved. But based on what I experienced in Paris, it couldn't be that. Because what would be mundane tasks and moments of an average day, like going to the local store to get groceries somehow felt romantic. Walking in the rain, eating snacks in the kitchen, going up an escalator, waiting in line. It all felt romantic with you. So my mind has shifted, on what romance is. It's not grand gestures, but a state of being from feeling love.
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