Unapologetically, A lover Girl….
There’s a part of me I’ve stopped apologizing for, the part that still believes in romance without disclaimers.
Every girl, at some point, has wanted the man who buys her flowers for no reason, who takes the long route home just to hold her hand a little longer, who whispers sweet little nothings simply because she crossed his mind. Not for performance. Not for points. But because affection spills out of him the way breath spills out of me.
I romanticize my life because I’m a lover girl. Because softness feels like a language my soul learned before I ever learned words.
Because bliss — the real kind — doesn’t scream. It arrives gently, settles slowly, and makes a home out of your ribcage.
And maybe that’s why I love companionship that doesn’t need permission.
The kind where you don’t have to negotiate oxygen.
Where being together doesn’t require a break, a recharge, or a warning label.
Can we just sit by the water and exist?
No timeline. No clock ticking behind our laughter. Just two people choosing each other in the quiet.
I think about yearning a lot, how it gets framed as childish, dramatic, or unrealistic.
Like wanting someone deeply is a risk too fragile to admit out loud.
Like desire has become this unattainable, phantomized thing that requires chess moves and code-breaking just to feel mutual.
Why?
Why does longing feel like something we’re supposed to hide, swallow, negotiate down to something smaller?
Why does vulnerability feel like a gamble…
when all I really want is to love and be loved with intention?
There’s nothing delusional about desiring a connection that feels like ease.
There’s nothing wrong with wanting someone who meets your softness with more softness, who sees your heart as a place worth tending, not a puzzle to solve.
I’m learning that romance isn’t a fantasy.
It’s not a movie script. It’s not even the flowers… though God knows I’ll always say yes to flowers.
Romance is presence.
Romance is attention. Romance is someone choosing to sit beside you because there’s nowhere else they’d rather be —
not even for a moment.
And if that makes me a lover girl…so be it.
I’ll keep choosing tenderness in a world that teaches us to armor up. I’ll keep believing in soft, steady, intentional love.
I’ll keep yearning, not because I’m chasing something unrealistic but because I know the beauty that exists when two people finally meet each other with no fear, no games, no decoding.
Maybe the truth is this….Romance was never too much. We were just taught to expect less.
But I’m done expecting less.
I want love that breathes.
Love that lingers.
Love that holds my hand a little longer simply because it can.