I wouldn’t consider myself a romantic person. I never really have been, and I doubt I ever will be; I have no issue whatsoever with romance, and I think romantic gestures can be incredibly sweet, but personally, I’m kind of shit at the whole romance thing.
Thankfully, Blaine isn’t much of a romantic either, which is, I think, part of the reason our relationship works. We don’t expect anything major from one another in terms of romance, and we show and share romance in ways that are personal to us.
To be entirely honest, if Blaine ever did do something super romantic for me, I’d either think he whacked his head or had some seriously bad news to share with me. He would probably say the same if the situation was reversed.
A few nights ago, Blaine and I drove to pick up some pizza for dinner. Initially, I wasn’t planning on accompanying him; I had some things I wanted to get done at home, but I’m glad I agreed to go with him. On our way back home, we listened to country music together and held hands, and while this may not sound like much to the average person, for Blaine and I, it was our own way of showing each other romance, if that makes any sense at all. We used to do this together a lot when we were first dating, and getting back to such a familiar experience was special because we don’t get to do it too often as of late.
I was reflecting on the drive later on that same evening, and I realized just how much I enjoyed a simple truck ride with Blaine. We laughed, sang, made jokes and enjoyed one another’s company, and while it wasn’t anything grand or lavish, the effect was just the same.
It really is the little things in life.
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