For me, romance is whimsical. It breathes passion into the amusement of our minds. When passion of love overpowers the passion of mind its easy for the wind to take you away.
My story begins with a phone call. Not to me, but my boyfriend. We're sitting at our favorite brunch joint, food just arriving at the table, when he answers. A few smiling gestures and exchanges of further information and the phone clicks. He touches my sticky maple hands from across the table and tells me there's a job offer in California, further explaining the advancement in opportunities and his dreams.
My most romantic opportunity was to pack up my bags and my animals. Never stepping foot in California before and certainly not knowing a soul except for him I was able to let the wind of our passionate love take us to California together.
❤️🖤
