The first romantic movie I watched was Titanic, not the whole thing ofcourse but the sunset scene was enough to make me believe, I like old romantics.
They shaped most of my ideologies about love, like how in UP he went on to fullfill his wife’s dream, it was About Time that you could live a moment again and again but you’ll know exactly when it’s right. And when I finally said those three words to someone it would mean forever, and maybe PS I love you was also after death did us apart. Love Rosie really made me believe that if you’re destined to be with your soulmate, you could even after 50 years. At the end of the day, what I believed it would be long walks by the moonlit beach, and it would always be a grand proposal in front of everyone where I’d be more excited than Monica screaming I’m engaged! (That part may still be true)
That someone would travel through a black hole for me, cause love transcends space and time.
Instead
I saw a very different perspective.
Two people who were married and didn’t wear engagement rings, they didn’t remember when they were engaged but they made an effort to wear the same colour. The few months they had to stay apart in a generation without mobile phones, they made it through with letters. Maybe it was through days of sickness and just smiling through their quirks. It wasn’t about grand gestures but a hug after a long day. All conversations didn’t revolve around love, some were just listening to the breath or maybe a snore. Turns out it wasn’t all flowers and chocolates but much more of roasting and laughter. It was random moments of appreciation and the care in their eyes, the banter and sometimes the absolute moment of silence as opposed to the fireworks I was expecting.
It was simply being there.
After all this time.
Always.
Aesthete 