She wants you to touch her mindlessly while the two of you watch a movie she doesnt want that’ Netflix and Chill touching, where the movie is clearly merely a pretext to do something else. She wants you to drag your fingers softly along her arm, in her hair, on her hand. She wants to know that you want to touch her as a matter of habit, as a reflex that merely feels more right than doing nothing at all. Touching should become second nature , not always a means to an end.
Astonish her with a bacon egg and cheese and coffee on a Saturday morning after shes been working hard all week. Astonish her with a bar thats full of board games, so you can finally insure whos actually better at Connect Four over vodka and orange soda. Pick a movie that you know she loves more than anything, even if shes already seen it a dozen times, and set up a movie night around it. Let her know that you notice the little things.
She wants you to say that you love her, at weird, random moments when no one would expect it. She wants your words to feel like a kiss on her forehead in the dark, something she can barely feel but which she absolutely needs to feel is there. She wants your love to be something fluid and effortless , not built around big moments you feel been obliged to mark. Sure, there can be special events, but theres something a thousand times more heart-swoony about hearing a quiet I love you when shes got a face mask and bathrobe on, when she believes shes at her least lovable, when its the last thing she expects.
She wants you to love her as much in front of your friends. She wants you to kiss her cheek, to joke with you, to be the exact same route around them as he is around you. She never wants to feel like the girlfriend who has to be dragged around, like shes an anchor to all of the fun you would otherwise be having. She hears the route other guys can talk about their girlfriends when theyre not around, like their relationship is an obligation. She knows it would sound needy to ask, but she wants to know that you are never like that with her.
She wants to get a letter from you, to be surprised that you remembered something that she didnt, to hear the words I already took care of it. There is nothing more wonderful than knowing that someone else has already been putting in the think, that you were on their mind enough to commit it to writing or make real plans.
Because thats the real romance thats been dying the romance of being thoughtful, the romance of taking your time and doing things right. She doesnt want to be the thing you recollect only when its late and you dont want to sleep alone. She doesnt want to be the one you come over to pretend to watch a movie with, just so you can expend a few cases hours in her arms. She wants to be the one you plan ahead for, the one you take a few extra minutes to build things special for. She doesnt want your fund or the things you can buy her, she wants your time. She wants your attention.
She wants your patience, in a world where everyone is going route too fast.
She wants you to surprise her, but not with some grand gesture you insured in a movie. She doesnt require the guy lighting a hundred candles in the shape of a heart or a cheesy word, and she doesnt required to serenaded with soft guitar music. She requires something that is romantic to merely the two of you, precisely to your definition.