Romance is a funny old thing isn't it? Every girl likes a
bit of romance right? Well I know I do. It doesn't have to be huge romantic
gestures like roof top, candle lit dinners – although one of these would definitely
not go a miss. He'd do well out of it too, I reckon I'd reward him well, if you
catch my drift. This however is pretty much likely to never happen and that's
fine, I can live with that – just about!
It's the small romantic gestures that mean the most to me,
the little things that show they are thinking about you. Like olbas oil on a
tissue shoved in your face the moment you wake up – who says romance is dead?
Okay that wasn't exactly romantic but it was quite sweet, I'd struggled to
sleep all night as I couldn't breathe through my nose. So he came to my rescue…
I did wonder for a moment when the tissue was shoved against my face whether he
was trying to suffocate me. I was pleased to know that he wasn't.
One thing that I remember well was one evening he'd been to
a gig in Birmingham and I had been to my friend's house. I agreed to go back to
his afterwards and he gave me a key to let myself in. I didn't get back as late
as I thought and was in need of a cup of tea. In the kitchen I found MY mug - (He
bought it for me to keep at his as he thought his white ones weren't girlie
enough for me…see cute.) with a biscuit in and 'I Luv u' wrote in pasta. I
literally went awww out loud. It's probably one of the cutest things a guy has
done for me. I'm easily pleased aren't I? When I went upstairs there was a bag
hanging on the end of the bed, and a cute note on it – which I won't repeat as
it was partly mushy partly rude. In the bag was a selection of little treats.
Love hearts because he loves me etc.
It's things like that that I find the most romantic, the
small unexpected little gestures. The ones that put a smile on your face and
let you know that they are thinking about you. The little texts that come at
exactly the right moment, with the words you need to get you through the day. It
doesn't have to be huge bunches of flowers or romantic meals out.
Am I easily pleased? Or do you all think it's the little
things too?
