I love to love and I love to be loved. A sucker for love you could call me, but I can’t help it but love. I love receiving the type of love you get not from your mom but a partner. The type of love that leaves one breathless keep wanting some more of it.
Is it still love if I love a day after my supply of love has been cut by my supplier? I mean is it still love if I loved less than a year after being through a heartbreak? I’m not the type that can’t stay alone but I love loving and getting love in return.
Yeah I’m a sucker for love but it takes me ages to love or even like someone to the extent that I want to be with them. Though I love to love, I never waste it, well I try not to.
I’m the type to write poems and act all romantic when in love for a special lady. No I’m not whipped I’m just a sucker for love, I think.
I sometimes wake up feeling like going to the florist every day before we meet so I can get her her favourite flower, yes you read right her favourite flower.
I sometimes wake up feeling like making us lunch from scratch, neatly make that sandwich, add some juice and fruits and a picnic basket and simply go on a picnic with her. Lay down a throw, arrange our picnic and just have some nice “us time” away from everything.
I sometimes feel like hitting the kitchen with her, cooking side by side, you know cooking up a storm with her for the family and all.
I sometimes feel like going out go carting with her or so, just for the fun of it because the movies are overrated.
I sometimes wake up feeling like spoiling my partner, then it hits me that I don’t have one.
I sometimes realise that I’m too much of a dreamer, my thoughts are full of romantic cheesy things but for her I’ll do all that. I’ll treat her like the Queen that she is.