What a Pair: Grand Romantic Gestures

What a Pair

Roses will be delivered, candies will be consumed, lovers will delight…

 

Today is the day of love.

 

It’s also the day for Grand Romantic Gestures.  You picture, John Cusack and hear Peter Gabriel playing.

 

As a young girl, I, like many others, may have had daydreams of a young man serenading me across a crowded room, picking me above all others and cementing publicly that his desire for me is greater than his pride.

 

As a mature woman, whose tin heart has had many dents popped back out, I realize that most of those grand gestures are not so much about showing someone that they are your only one, as it is hoping and praying the gesture allows you to be their only one.  It’s an act of desperation by someone who may realize deep down that they haven’t truly won over the object of their affection, and perhaps a huge billboard sign will convince them.

 

I’ve changed my views on “romantic love” more times than I’ve changed my hairstyle in Second Life.  Though, I’m still not ready to give it up completely.

 

Sometimes the grandest gesture of all is to swallow your pride and put societal views of romantic love aside and give someone a second, third, sixth, eighth chance to dent your heart all over again.

 

Making that decision is a little easier when you have perfect days like we had on Saturday.  A long hike, beautiful scenery and good company all worked to create a magical atmosphere and a damn close to perfect day.

 

Love may start as a spark, a special connection, but a long term relationship is about unequivocally stating your needs and opening yourself up to allow a willing party to meet those needs.  Unmet needs, now there’s another topic for discussion, but not today, not on the day of love.

 

You can share in our special day by viewing some of the shots from our hike at   (Flickr)

 

I’ll end by stealing/paraphrasing words from a Relient K (yeah I’m in shock too) song

 

You’re still the Cusack on the lawn of my heart.

 

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