And it’s not because it’s October.
Falling in love is scary. It’s intimidating. It leaves you open to rejection. It makes you venerable.
Love is the risk, but the romance of being in love, well, that’s a tough gig. Who pays for dinner? Does he open the car door or does she drive? If she does, does he still open the car door?
A single rose or a dozen…what colour? Roses at all?
Who says those three words first…do you have to repeat them if they say them?
What is he remembers your first kiss and you don’t…what if they don’t?
There’s one thing romance isn’t…easy.