She’s through the door, shoes toed off and keys on the counter by the time she’s noticed the inadequate lighting and the bad music and the faint smell of cheap flowers.
And she should probably pretend to find the gesture romantic for his sake, but there’s something twisted in spending her life with a man who still thinks she prefers roses to daffodils.
So when he asks her why she’s laughing, she just smiles and shakes her head and wonders if ever even tried to figure her out.
Laura
Romance…. I love anything with romance. I hope to have a boyfriend that is very romantic and understands me. I really like someone right now but he’s 4 years older than me and goinng off to college… my fantasy of romance is not exactly what i imagined it to be
She loved a good romance and this book was fulfilling her need. She sipped on her wine as she eagerly turned the pages to the scintillating sex scene she was now reading. Her finger traced every word as her heart beat faster. She could taste Rodrique’s kiss upon her lips.
“If only,” she whispered.
Helen
Of all the words I get romance. Like I know anything about romance. Like anybody knows anything about romance. What a stupid word, ROMANCE.
Jonathan
I don’t even understand the meaning of romance; it’s about flowers, isn’t it? About a skipped heartbeat somewhere amidst those flowers, almost encountering death, and then life just springs back into the cavity somewhere inside your ribcage– that’s romance, right?
I’m empty, I think.
D
love is a wonderful thing and so much of what makes us really tick. Nurturing love, passionate love, selfless love and selfish love each it’s own marker and often the lines are blurred
vsk
Romance. The meaning changes with age. To adolescents, romance is romantic love, all hot kisses and dreams of happily-ever-after.
Margaret
I don’t know much about romance, but you could say that I’m a romantic – I fancy the ideas that tend not to happen, I fantasize about things that cannot be.
Aw, please no! Why did you give me this one? I think romance is a silly idea that people misunderstand and the romantics are meant to be about trees and nature and stuff but we’ve made it into love. Wordsworth wouldn’t be pleased. Romance isn’t dead. Romance is just being nice, being kind, being considerate, being together.
hamandpeaches
He definitely knew romance, inside and out. He set up candles, wine, a soft picnic blanket–all waiting under the stars, just for us. I love him so much, more than he will ever know.
A touch, kiss, look or just location could set the mood for romantic feelings. Its something we long for, its where our happiness lies, it does not happen often, so when it does, it makes your heart stop. We long to find someone where we feel the romance for the rest of our lives with.
Something we all strive for. As a woman I am in awe with the concept and hope to one day fine a man who can give me all the romance that I have ever wanted in my life allowing me to fulfill my needs as a woman. A romantic guy is sexy.s
sc
There was little romance in their activity, at least that’s what they thought at the time. In the future they would feel very different about it indeed. But at the moment, it was all carnal lust topped with a serious cherry of danger.
The edge of the counter shook
Vibrations coursed through
the tight work shirts and creased trousers
a reflection of the state of their love
a spin setting that had worn down the gears
The candles were lit, and dinner was served shortly afterwards as the sounds of celebration, instruments and bells and lively voices continued to be heard from outside in the crisp, wintry night air. New Years Eve, although just beginning, was not like any other this year; she felt his warm presence from across the small, rounded wooden table and smiled.
Amber
Oh how different would life have been if never I heard those sweet, sweet tones…
Romance? Bah. What’s the point of being romantic anymore? The word has an entirely new meaning to most people. Romantic in the twenty-first century is telling someone you love them through a text message after you went out once. There’s no courtship, there’s no sonnet to woo you, you just get a “Hey cutie, wanna be my gf? <3" and that's it. Then you date, you kiss, you fuck, you break up, and the cycle starts all over. Worthless.
I tend to keep the amount of romance that I read and write a secret from everyone I know. I’m not sure why considering plenty of them read the same material, but I end up getting embarrassed just at the thought of them finding out. Romance is a lot of fun to write and I couldn’t see myself writing something that didn’t involve some sort of romantic relationships. Oh well, it might just be me, but I enjoy it and that’s that.
When you think about it, the idea of romance is incredibly strange. Then again, maybe it’s just me.
Romance is basically planning things out in such a way as to impress someone, and get them to feel the same as you.
To me, it seems like it should come naturally. If it doesn’t come naturally, then it simply isn’t right.
The mysterious absnese of romance in her life did frustrate and at times puzzle her. She attempted to ignore it and succeeded mostly, but the thought was always there, gnawing on a nerve in the back of her mind.
I didn’t have one in my life and oftentimes I wonder if there were any room for a modern romance. What with space age communication devices and teleportation to engineer, I had to keep my eyes on human advancement. Still, that astronaut shirt hugged his biceps just enough to make my mouth water, drooling on to the master keyboard, short wiring circuits that had taken me hours to connect. Oh Infatuation.
They found a sick romantical glow to their plastic covers. All I had was my flesh that paled in comparison to the colorful shine of skin replaced by hard artificiality. I could feel the difference between us, and I let the cracks in time grow thick with weeds. I was done with my effort and knowledge. It looked good now, but the plastic would break, and my skin would live beyond the glitter and falsity. The thoughts kept me going, if nothing else.
I thought I knew a lot about romance until I met you.
I thought I knew a lot about seduction until you walked by
with that smile making blue eyes sparkle
with that laugh that makes my toes curl
I thought I knew a lot about temptation until you touched my hand
I thought I knew a lot about desire until you asked for a kiss
with that smile melting my heart
with that laugh making me tremble
Love
two people
beaches
late nights
boys and boys
girls and girls
boys and girls
dates
hot outfits
candle lights
sunsets
drinks
eating in
dinners
two people
walks
Isa
Romance. Romance is the thin subtle line between friendship and the fires of passion. Romance makes you see someone in a way you never thought was possible.
The romance of life is quite extraordinary, and is always there and available to anyone. When life gets really dull, boring, and tough — find the ways to court yourself and put the romance back into it!
Carol Bailey Floyd
Joey had dreamed of a bittersweet romance. Not a succulent one. Like eating dark chocolate without a gooey cherry center. Or caramel. Caramel, to her, was the epitome of overindulgent sweetness. Like asking your tongue to wrestle for glory against a swamp of sticky kisses.
She sat down at the café with a black coffee and a croissant. All butter. No sugar.
Ah, romance. The intimate linking between two similar beings–but then again, opposites do attract. Romance. Just thinking of the word brings scarlet swirls before my eyes, bulging cartoon eyes, and insanely puckered lips.
Desiree J
A sweet romance
To get on a plane and fly–
fly far away to see
my bride to be
in her own country.
What it is to be in love–
In love with adventure–
In love with passion–
In love with unbridled courage
and a strong feeling of fear.
I don’t know where exactly I’m going, My Love,
But I know you’ll meet me there.
The romance was just about over, as far as she could tell. He didn’t bring her flowers anymore. He didn’t do any of the lovely little things he used to do. But then she got to thinking. He told her the important things about his day, he asked about hers. Who’s to say which things are romantic and which things aren’t?
Kathleen Gabriel
My best romance has been with my second husband. My first husband once told me that we weren’t pretty, but at least I was smart. My current husband tells me how beautiful I am every day. It doesn’t matter if it isn’t strictly true. He believes it.
oh goodness. how ironic that that word should come up when he was on my mind. if only our romance could work out like the movies. but for now it’s just a one sided love, a friendship at the very least. if only it could be something more.
Emily
Romance is one of the few things which is almost universally regarded as desirable. Even the people who say they don’t want it seem to be looking for it at some point or another
Pi
romance novels tend to have love triangles in them. They also like to have half-naked women and men with long hair, preferably on horseback, decorating their covers. I wonder what those models think about their careers and life decisions. Maybe they should’ve said no to drugs.
Laura
Romance isn’t dead but it isn’t a fake dinner or a nice restaurant or showing up at the door with flowers. It’s loving someone and dedicating yourself to their honor. Romance is the small sacrifices couples make for each other on a daily basis. Romance is the kiss goodnight old couples exchange after a lifetime of being together. Romance is the four leaf clover presented to you for luck from your besotted.
She’s through the door, shoes toed off and keys on the counter by the time she’s noticed the inadequate lighting and the bad music and the faint smell of cheap flowers.
And she should probably pretend to find the gesture romantic for his sake, but there’s something twisted in spending her life with a man who still thinks she prefers roses to daffodils.
So when he asks her why she’s laughing, she just smiles and shakes her head and wonders if ever even tried to figure her out.
Romance…. I love anything with romance. I hope to have a boyfriend that is very romantic and understands me. I really like someone right now but he’s 4 years older than me and goinng off to college… my fantasy of romance is not exactly what i imagined it to be
She loved a good romance and this book was fulfilling her need. She sipped on her wine as she eagerly turned the pages to the scintillating sex scene she was now reading. Her finger traced every word as her heart beat faster. She could taste Rodrique’s kiss upon her lips.
“If only,” she whispered.
Of all the words I get romance. Like I know anything about romance. Like anybody knows anything about romance. What a stupid word, ROMANCE.
I don’t even understand the meaning of romance; it’s about flowers, isn’t it? About a skipped heartbeat somewhere amidst those flowers, almost encountering death, and then life just springs back into the cavity somewhere inside your ribcage– that’s romance, right?
I’m empty, I think.
love is a wonderful thing and so much of what makes us really tick. Nurturing love, passionate love, selfless love and selfish love each it’s own marker and often the lines are blurred
Romance. The meaning changes with age. To adolescents, romance is romantic love, all hot kisses and dreams of happily-ever-after.
I don’t know much about romance, but you could say that I’m a romantic – I fancy the ideas that tend not to happen, I fantasize about things that cannot be.
Aw, please no! Why did you give me this one? I think romance is a silly idea that people misunderstand and the romantics are meant to be about trees and nature and stuff but we’ve made it into love. Wordsworth wouldn’t be pleased. Romance isn’t dead. Romance is just being nice, being kind, being considerate, being together.
He definitely knew romance, inside and out. He set up candles, wine, a soft picnic blanket–all waiting under the stars, just for us. I love him so much, more than he will ever know.
A touch, kiss, look or just location could set the mood for romantic feelings. Its something we long for, its where our happiness lies, it does not happen often, so when it does, it makes your heart stop. We long to find someone where we feel the romance for the rest of our lives with.
I miss romance. It hasn’t existed in my life for a few months now. Sad face.
the eyes glazed over
several audible groans
a head drops onto the desk, heavily, not noisily
“not a soppy book, please”
anything but that
Something we all strive for. As a woman I am in awe with the concept and hope to one day fine a man who can give me all the romance that I have ever wanted in my life allowing me to fulfill my needs as a woman. A romantic guy is sexy.s
There was little romance in their activity, at least that’s what they thought at the time. In the future they would feel very different about it indeed. But at the moment, it was all carnal lust topped with a serious cherry of danger.
The edge of the counter shook
Vibrations coursed through
the tight work shirts and creased trousers
a reflection of the state of their love
a spin setting that had worn down the gears
The candles were lit, and dinner was served shortly afterwards as the sounds of celebration, instruments and bells and lively voices continued to be heard from outside in the crisp, wintry night air. New Years Eve, although just beginning, was not like any other this year; she felt his warm presence from across the small, rounded wooden table and smiled.
Oh how different would life have been if never I heard those sweet, sweet tones…
Romance? Bah. What’s the point of being romantic anymore? The word has an entirely new meaning to most people. Romantic in the twenty-first century is telling someone you love them through a text message after you went out once. There’s no courtship, there’s no sonnet to woo you, you just get a “Hey cutie, wanna be my gf? <3" and that's it. Then you date, you kiss, you fuck, you break up, and the cycle starts all over. Worthless.
Romance; it’s something so unbearable, that people fall for it.
It must be nice to feel something that way…
Be…
I tend to keep the amount of romance that I read and write a secret from everyone I know. I’m not sure why considering plenty of them read the same material, but I end up getting embarrassed just at the thought of them finding out. Romance is a lot of fun to write and I couldn’t see myself writing something that didn’t involve some sort of romantic relationships. Oh well, it might just be me, but I enjoy it and that’s that.
When you think about it, the idea of romance is incredibly strange. Then again, maybe it’s just me.
Romance is basically planning things out in such a way as to impress someone, and get them to feel the same as you.
To me, it seems like it should come naturally. If it doesn’t come naturally, then it simply isn’t right.
The mysterious absnese of romance in her life did frustrate and at times puzzle her. She attempted to ignore it and succeeded mostly, but the thought was always there, gnawing on a nerve in the back of her mind.
I didn’t have one in my life and oftentimes I wonder if there were any room for a modern romance. What with space age communication devices and teleportation to engineer, I had to keep my eyes on human advancement. Still, that astronaut shirt hugged his biceps just enough to make my mouth water, drooling on to the master keyboard, short wiring circuits that had taken me hours to connect. Oh Infatuation.
They found a sick romantical glow to their plastic covers. All I had was my flesh that paled in comparison to the colorful shine of skin replaced by hard artificiality. I could feel the difference between us, and I let the cracks in time grow thick with weeds. I was done with my effort and knowledge. It looked good now, but the plastic would break, and my skin would live beyond the glitter and falsity. The thoughts kept me going, if nothing else.
The romance has died. there is no more love. The hate has not settled in yet. Where will they go from here?
I thought I knew a lot about romance until I met you.
I thought I knew a lot about seduction until you walked by
with that smile making blue eyes sparkle
with that laugh that makes my toes curl
I thought I knew a lot about temptation until you touched my hand
I thought I knew a lot about desire until you asked for a kiss
with that smile melting my heart
with that laugh making me tremble
Love
two people
beaches
late nights
boys and boys
girls and girls
boys and girls
dates
hot outfits
candle lights
sunsets
drinks
eating in
dinners
two people
walks
Romance. Romance is the thin subtle line between friendship and the fires of passion. Romance makes you see someone in a way you never thought was possible.
The romance of life is quite extraordinary, and is always there and available to anyone. When life gets really dull, boring, and tough — find the ways to court yourself and put the romance back into it!
Joey had dreamed of a bittersweet romance. Not a succulent one. Like eating dark chocolate without a gooey cherry center. Or caramel. Caramel, to her, was the epitome of overindulgent sweetness. Like asking your tongue to wrestle for glory against a swamp of sticky kisses.
She sat down at the café with a black coffee and a croissant. All butter. No sugar.
Ah, Rome. How romantic. Roma. Antic. Antique Rome. Rome antiques. Romantics.
Rome antics. Oh, Rome!
Ah, romance. The intimate linking between two similar beings–but then again, opposites do attract. Romance. Just thinking of the word brings scarlet swirls before my eyes, bulging cartoon eyes, and insanely puckered lips.
A sweet romance
To get on a plane and fly–
fly far away to see
my bride to be
in her own country.
What it is to be in love–
In love with adventure–
In love with passion–
In love with unbridled courage
and a strong feeling of fear.
I don’t know where exactly I’m going, My Love,
But I know you’ll meet me there.
The romance was just about over, as far as she could tell. He didn’t bring her flowers anymore. He didn’t do any of the lovely little things he used to do. But then she got to thinking. He told her the important things about his day, he asked about hers. Who’s to say which things are romantic and which things aren’t?
My best romance has been with my second husband. My first husband once told me that we weren’t pretty, but at least I was smart. My current husband tells me how beautiful I am every day. It doesn’t matter if it isn’t strictly true. He believes it.
oh goodness. how ironic that that word should come up when he was on my mind. if only our romance could work out like the movies. but for now it’s just a one sided love, a friendship at the very least. if only it could be something more.
Romance is one of the few things which is almost universally regarded as desirable. Even the people who say they don’t want it seem to be looking for it at some point or another
romance novels tend to have love triangles in them. They also like to have half-naked women and men with long hair, preferably on horseback, decorating their covers. I wonder what those models think about their careers and life decisions. Maybe they should’ve said no to drugs.
Romance isn’t dead but it isn’t a fake dinner or a nice restaurant or showing up at the door with flowers. It’s loving someone and dedicating yourself to their honor. Romance is the small sacrifices couples make for each other on a daily basis. Romance is the kiss goodnight old couples exchange after a lifetime of being together. Romance is the four leaf clover presented to you for luck from your besotted.