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Seeing how Alex flips through the channels and searching movies, I can't help but realize that this is what a simple peaceful married life should look like, harmony, love, and peace of mind. If I have these things then I'm okay, I don't want anything else in this life, I want to see his face once I wake up every morning, I wanted to always watch the sunset with him, I want to play around with him while we biker over small thing, I still want to blush and be shy around him even in years to come, I want to spend my whole life having a nice time with him like today, N*****x and chilling, while we romanticize our life and remind each other that we only live once in this life and should do whatev

NATE I am not a romantic. I want to be clear about this upfront because what I am about to describe could be mistaken for the behavior of a romantic, and I am not one, have never been one, have in fact spent the better part of my adult life maintaining a specific and considered skepticism about the particular and extravagant claims people made about love, about the way it announced itself, about the degree to which a person could look at two other people and know something about them that the two other people had not yet figured out about themselves.

*** We open the store, help a couple of early customers, and within ten minutes Matteo has commandeered a stack of receipts and started sketching circles and arrows like we’re planning a heist. “Okay,” he says. “Option one: classic romance.” “Define classic.” “Candlelit dinner. Somewhere intimate. You get down on one knee. Boom. Tears.” “That’s… reasonable,” I say. He grimaces. “But expected.” “Cara likes expected,” I argue. “She likes thoughtful,” he counters. “There’s a difference.” A woman browsing the romance section coughs pointedly, clearly eavesdropping. Matteo lowers his voice anyway. “Option two: chaos.”

That I was worth taking a chance upon. A sense of anticipation coursed through me at the thought. I wanted all of this to be over with now so that I could do exactly that. Thoughts of plans flashed through my mind... flowers... romance... begging, if needs be... hell, it had been a long time since I had been romantic, and I was well out of practice, but I believed for Mari I would do it all again. I think we had been brought together for a reason. I just needed to convince her it was a good idea first!

Life for me. ***

"Damn, another killer move successfully done to perfection…another 98 to go…" It was a dream of mine to make all the romantic gestures, in the movie in real life, and now with all these woman around me, I can do it anytime i want. Perhaps later, I can published a book compiling all 'My Moves' and release them in this world, and even got more money from the royalties, wait this is a medieval world there's no such thing as royalties, what a let down.

He smirked, "It is called accepting reality, you should try it some try." "I believe that love exists. Yes, the romance novels sell it way too beautiful, it becomes far-fetched and the movies heap cliche lines that are supposed to make you cry, it feels exaggerated. But I do believe that somewhere, two lovers' eyes meet and they can plainly see the love in them," She shrugged, "It isn't perfect, convenient but it doesn't have to be. They might have bills and work four jobs but in that briefest second when they hold each other, their body flushed against the other they remember why they were worth it, why they will pick the life they had a million times."

I ask. "Is there anything more romantic than Romeo and Juliet ? To love each other with such passion that you rather die than be without the other". She looks dreaming for a moment. "But remember, just because we talk about it and are drawn to the darkness, it doesn't mean that we want to die. Death is a reminder of how fragile life is, to live Your life while you can. Carpe diem and all that". I usually only use a bit of mascara, but Davina gave me the whole goth femme fatale makeover, she even take care of my eyebrows with a scalpel, which makes me just a bit nervous..

"Well forget about you then, try to make her feel special. Take her out to fancy restaurants, buy her dinner, send her flowers and chocolate. Girls love things like that." "That's a painful waste of time." Jack thought romance was superficial and a waste of time and energy. He made fun of people who went through so much trouble when they could just be straightforward about what they wanted from each other. He wanted a wife and some kids mainly because his mother wanted it for him. So he was willing to make one woman's life incredibly better in exchange for those things. It was a fair enough deal to him. "I'm leaving if you keep talking like that." "Okay fine, woo her. What else do I do?"

You are the colors of my life! ***