hot air ballooning with the sunrise
that moment when you realise how much your dream date costs. like, financially. like, you ain’t getting that. and don’t want that spent on you. like, fuck no. but oh my goshhhhh how good it would be.
sigh, i just want more romance. some romance. any romance. logically i know it’s not necessary and that we’ve got it damn good, but like… doesn’t he know that i like flowers??? because they’re beautiful??? instead of buying me flowers, for instance, he could take me to a place where there are tonnes of flowers… that would be beautiful. and then cheap champagne. at a pier, in the moonlight. god, i could create a million perfect dates, but if i create it then it’s stupid because i’m creating a date for myself. if i create the date, it would have to be one he would love, and seeing as he really isn’t too fussed, that’s some sort of paradox.
i don’t want fancy. i don’t want expense. i don’t want stress. i want him and me and something beautiful.
