Celebrating a year of blogging with another reblog. I’m going to a wedding today, a young lady I’ve known since she was born. This post is for her. ❌⭕️❌⭕️
Truth . . . I am an incurable romantic. I love all things ridiculously sappy. I believe in soul mates, love at first sight, happy endings, and love that lasts forever. I used to be a closet romantic. Being a child of the 70s, the era of I am Woman, hear me roar, I felt slightly embarrassed by my romantic notions. So I kept them on the down-low, until I discovered social media. I am unsure of exactly how or when I revealed my secret to the world, but I am certain that regular over-sharing to my 357 Facebook friends played a role. In the end, no regrets . . . I had freed my romantic soul.
As a lover of love , one of my favorite guilty pleasures includes lying on the sofa and watching anything romantic. Mindless channel surfing can come to a screeching halt as soon as I spot Meg Ryan dewy-eyed, hopelessly looking for love. An old classic can reel me in as well . . . . . An Affair…
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