A woman's oath.

Picture this...

A small white wedding in an ancient church, secluded candle lit dinners with breath taking backdrops, unexpected bouquets of yellow roses, hand written valentines cards, kisses instead of alarm clocks, borrowed hoodies for when their not there, random ‘love’ notes everywhere, black and white photographs capturing the moments, country walks through beautiful villages, endless goofy smiles, constant human security, nerve racking first family visits, cuddling in bed all day, human hot water bottles, crazy conversations about nothing, hours of phone cord twiddling and not forgetting the ‘I miss you’s.’

And then repeat “I hate being a romantic.”