I had this crazy idea.
Of a destination where I could stay a while
Where triumphant love stories are told, not just with words, but with feelings
Where kitchen stories are of him tiptoe-ing in the kitchen to make pancakes from scratch for the one he loves sleeping peacefully on the right side of his bed.
Where the most romantic gifts are handmade, notes handwritten, and letters bear postmarks.
Where being single is not a scarlet letter, but an adventure of self-discovery.
Where you found the most romantic of sanctuaries only to realize that it was not a place but a person.