by lizisarealist

I’m not sure I know what romantic love is. I mean what it? How do you behave? How do you just exist with one another? Are we really moving in unison; or are we mimicking what we see on television?

The love I witnessed never looked like the shows on tv. It was disfunction. It was pain. It was sadness.  It was sacrifice. Some laughter. The root was love. I just never witnessed the romance.