Since this is a new blog, and a new start naturally, let us begin by being a little romantic.
And there is something strange, and elusive, about being romantic. You can be romantic about a beautiful sunset, a sudden breeze in the park, a few grains of sand between your toes, but there is really nothing that is actually romantic in itself.
The sunset is just there, the breeze just so too; nothing particularly romantic about a few streaks of blue clouds.
Until there is a someone there, a romantic, who takes in the feel of the sunset, the feel of the breeze, of the grainy feel of the beach, and turn it all into a sort of beauty that perhaps only she can see.
Being a romantic could be a lonely kind of affair, or maybe not. In any case, it shouldnt matter. What matters most is that the sunsets, the cool breeze on your cheeks, the way the cold make you hug yourself, all these are no longer just what they are.
They are romanticised.
Because of you, the romantic, they are beautiful.
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the crash is tragic man. sian. the pains of blogging - when servers crash.
yea... hopefully not everything is lost.
sometimes it is a lonely kind of affair. in any case, it's a solitary affair, being romantic in this way. but i couldn't imagine life any other way... ^.^
well, there is solitary romanticism, and there is shared romanticism. lol.
i guess to people who are diehard romantics everything can be romantic no matter what, as long as they want it to be.
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