This romance that everyone talks about is bull shit. The amount of love that I give my boyfriend doesn’t come from the amount of time he’s surprised me with flowers. It doesn’t come from the amount of candy he’s given me during my period. I doesn’t come from good morning texts. I love him with my whole heart and it comes from the amount of times he’s kissed my forehead when he woke up before me. It comes from the times that he’s taken care of me when I was sick. It comes from the hard, tummy hurting laughs we’ve had from watching too many vines together. If anyone says that they want a romantic guy think again. I used to think I was a hopeless romantic until I met the most unromantic, mood killing male in the world… But he’s my boyfriend and when he does something sweet… I appreciate it. It could be a forehead kiss… It could be a kit kat bar. I don’t care because he remembers that Kit Kats are my favorite candy bars. Romance doesn’t have to be dead but also, don’t count someone out because they don’t make big gestures of love. Men are only human. They’re shy, there’s pride, and like anyone else… Money doesn’t exactly grow on trees.