Is romance dead?

Such a beautiful sunny autumn day today!

I spent the whole afternoon walking around the city and within an hour or so I saw three men with big bouquets of gorgeous flowers.

Nothing unusual there, right. If only I didn’t feel the strong and odd desire to receive a bouquet of flowers myself.

I’m not romantic at all, ask anyone. I like opening doors and putting on my coat and so on… or I’ve just been playing independent and on my own for so long that all those little things have grown into a habit.

I’m surely not going to change, but when I stop and think about it – I can’t remember the last time a man gave me flowers…