I miss when we’d be in the kitchen cooking

and you’d just spontaneously pull me into a slow dance.

A romantic story:

While my first bf was a lying asshole, there were many good things about him. Mostly, he was more romantic than my next serious boyfriend could ever dream of being. Here’s on recollection of something cute he did for me;

so, we were living together in an apartment. And he had a cheap bedframe and we broke it. A week or so later, he texted me saying that when I got home there was a surprise for me. I got home from work, he closed my eyes and led me to the bedroom. I opened my eyes to see rose petals on the floor, a bouquet of flowers and more petals on a brand new captain’s bed with new mattress and bedding.

Granted, he eventually had his ex in that bedroom with him while I was at work, it was still a nice surprise.

I wish I was alive during the generation of when guys threw rocks at your window, they wrote you love letters, they serenaded you, and you would get phone calls, but I’m stuck with getting poked on facebook, sharing videos on youtube, and one worded text messages.

(Source: thecrazyfilipino, via xconstellations-deactivated2012)