So I freely admit it, I was once a complete sucker for romance. I loved happy endings, kisses so deep you could literally melt into them and flowers, just because. I never tired of dreaming about my own knight in shining armor and the never-ending fairy tale our life together would be once we met. How he'd be devoted to me, shower me with gifts and foot rubs, never grow tired of finding me beautiful.
Now, fast forward nearing on four years and all I want is a man bold, brave and self sacrificing enough to tackle the offensive, bio hazard status of our current garbage can situation.
That's all.
Nothing more. Nothing less.
Isn't it funny how love changes? How we change? When you're young the world is full of ideals and big pictures. But as you grow up, things start to narrow. Love isn't some vague backdrop in your life, complete with candles and rose petals. And devotion has nothing to do with beauty or for that matter, the words used to describe it.
Love is practical and realistic and as simply found as the air you breathe in. Devotion is moment by moment choices. Put them together and what do you have....?
A man who comes home from work and deals with the lethal cocktail of last nights salmon leftovers and E's dirty diapers, all so I don't have to.
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