Two weeks ago, there was a cultural program after which the participants' kids/spouse came up to offer them a rose.
My kids gave me the rose.
One of the other ladies got her rose from her husband. I wished I received mine from my husband too.
Later that evening, I had the rose in my hand and asked Guru to give it to me. He took it, waited some 3 seconds and gave it to me; no words exchanged. I asked him to try once more with a little infusion of romance. He took it, waited and ... said I had windmills in my head while walking away behind one of the kids.
I ranted and raved inside my head. That night. For two nights. For a whole week. I still do.
I miss romance. I miss the little moments of holding hands while waiting in line, the little moments of holding hands while driving, the occasional flowers he used to bring just because, the little gifts he used to bring back when he was traveling, the jokes we used to share, the sunsets we used to watch in our balcony in Melbourne, a lot of things ....
Is he right in saying that kids and work take too much energy and that there is nothing left for romance?
Am I wrong in wanting that extra mile?
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