Romance

I know nothing of romantic love. I have never felt it, drawn near to it, touched it and I sometimes wonder if I have even ever REALLY seen it. That being the case, I believe I know it's secret. The secret to making love of any kind last, is sharing. Not only about yourself, but of yourself. For when you share of yourself with someone, it is like a thread of knowledge and communion has passed between your souls. And not only the dynamic knowledge mind you, the little things as well. For example, I like strawberries, kites and ships. I am a lover of beauty and truth, both of those things are painful but exquisite and I love them. If were to meet (romantic) love in a rainy field somewhere, and share a bit of me with it, and then the next day share more and more of myself, soon this person and I would be so threaded together that the sharpest scissors could not cut us away.