Like many, i can't help but become a bigger romantic around this time of year. I feel I could spend eternity swimming in a sea of down comforters, my only company a piping mug of spiced cider and a stack of enchanting novels. I long for someone. Someone to venture through markets with; to pitter patter on brick roads, drowning our senses in music, flowers, fine meats, fresh fruit, crisp air. Smiling: our own addition to the muffled symphony of conversation in the city. I want to stand on a sidewalk in the rain with one jacket covering two heads. sigh.
I can't stop talking about being in love or simply how magical it is to hold someone's hand. This is probably not a good thing, considering I have all this love and no one to express it to. Oh well. As a good friend of mine says, "I'm in love with the thought of being in love." Dangerous, yes, but it makes me smile. And someday, hopefully soon, someone is going to love my love.