There hadn’t been much romance in my last relationship. Well I guess in the beginning there was but not towards the end.
I didn’t expect candles or roses or chocolates; material things didn’t really and still don’t interest me. I wanted affection, I wanted someone who showed they cared and not someone who thought that sex was the answer to everything.
So I’d let him go.
And now I was in a new relationship and I was happy and stress-free.
I was in love with myself and boy, was I going to romance the hell of me!
I fucking deserved it.