If you grabbed me by the nape and started rolling me up, the way one folds a collapsible picnic blanket. That is to say, with difficulty getting the right angles, tucking in stray bits, and eliminating air pockets so that it fits into a neat shape that fits reasonably into a bag for taking home. But if you managed to do it successfully at some point, and distilled my rolled-up form into a single word, I imagine you’d fine “romantic” after the dust of the operation settles.
"What if I let my romanticism out unchanged?" why not? what's the harm besides maybe a little embarrassment. what's cringe to some will be remarkable to others. you're an inspiration to me, thank you for this piece🤍
"What if I let my romanticism out unchanged?" why not? what's the harm besides maybe a little embarrassment. what's cringe to some will be remarkable to others. you're an inspiration to me, thank you for this piece🤍