Real life isn't romantic. But perhaps I guess it's what you (or I) make it.
Because I remember nights when walking through the park hand-in-hand was all I wanted to do
And now, you walk 10 steps ahead of me and don't even know when I've stopped.
And I sit up at night wanting/waiting to be touched....and settle for the offer of the crook of your arm.
So instead of strolling I walk quickly to get it over with....because you don't seem that interested in it anyway. And perhaps you're tired. You have been out all day. It just makes me wonder..."is this the way it's going to be?" Where our silence becomes normal and we settle for complacency.
This is just the way things are.
"Did I tell you you looked beautiful today?".....hours after the makeup is gone and I've tried my best. It's not an afterthought right? But I remember when that was the first thing out of your mouth.
I don't ask what's on your mind because you're never eager to share. Don't want to badger you.
#awkwardsmile
Real life isn't romantic.
And here I was being an optimist.
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