Daily Writing Prompt: What’s your definition of romantic?
Oh, here we go, another bloody programmed concept designed to keep people chasing shadows. I actually hate this one. The word “romantic” makes me twitch. Not because I’m cold or cynical, but because it’s one of those old hand-me-down ideas we’ve all been spoon-fed since we were kids. You know the story: candlelit dinners, long walks on the beach, kissing in the rain, and lads pulling daft stunts with roses on Valentine’s Day.
It’s all very nice on paper, but for me, it feels fake. Or maybe not fake, just forced. Programmed. Like someone somewhere decided what love should look like, and we’ve all been trying to squeeze ourselves into that tiny little box ever since.
The truth is, I don’t buy it. Never did. I don’t believe connection comes in pre-packaged clichés. I believe we connect through vibration. Through energy. Through the unspoken, invisible stuff that can’t be staged. You could hand me a dozen roses and a fancy dinner, and if your vibe’s off, I’ll feel it. I’ll sit there pretending to listen while wondering how fast I can leg it out the door.
But if you’re the type of soul whose energy hums in tune with mine, now that’s something else. You could be sitting beside me in a scruffy kitchen with a chipped mug of tea and a half-arsed conversation about nothing, and it would still feel like magic. No performance. No script. No bloody pressure to make it ‘special.’ It just is. That’s real connection. That’s where the good stuff lives.
So if you ask me for a definition of ‘romantic’, I don’t have one. Not in the way we’ve been told to understand it. I reckon the most romantic thing a person can do is show up as their raw, honest, unfiltered self. No pretending. No playing a part. Just real energy, real presence, and a willingness to meet someone where they’re at. The rest? All a load of old cobblers.
But sure, if you wanna call that romance, go ahead. I just call it real life.
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