I’ve always been a romantic. As a teenager, I used to walk along sandy beaches and wooded trails and dream of the day I would share those experiences with my one true love.
But then I met him. And romantic walks on the beach were more about him wanting me to watch him skip rocks than gazing into each other’s eyes.
And there was that time that our romantic stroll through the forest came to an abrupt halt when he found a dead animal carcass in the woods and picked it up with a stick, releasing the most putrid smell that had ever assaulted my senses.
Romance wasn’t quite turning out the way I thought it would. It wasn’t like it was in the movies.
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