I asked my mother to take a photo of me underneath my grandmother’s trees – not realizing until I looked at the photo that I am one of her trees too.
Romance isn’t dead
Maybe our belief in it is
Can we resurrect our belief in romance?
What is love and what is lust?
Thinking back on my lessons i.e. my exes
That was love and that was lust -I categorize
My awakening from my own Disney dreams of idealistic romance push me to find balance as possible loves approach
On dates with suitors who think that flashy monologues about who they are will win my heart and panties (or in some cases just the panties)
I realize that I must be frank about my feelings and thoughts (or lack of feelings and thoughts) in respects to these suitors who are only enraptured by their own reflection in my eyes so that they too can wake up
They don’t care to actually know me and don’t even seem to realize that what they are falling for is an illusion they have created
I am not mad about this or even sad because I have done this too
I find myself grateful that I am even aware that their like/love/lust for me isn’t really about me
Romance isn’t dead maybe my belief in it was
I am not a Disney princess – I am a new age Queen happily building a kingdom solo aware that a King is coming
Aware that I will just know when he arrives
Aware that I will know because of all that I’ve seen all that I’ve learned and all that I believe
Romance isn’t dead and I will never stop believing