I want to be Romanced.

I want to be pursued, I want to be seduced, I want to be wanted. I want rose petals leading from the door to the bed. I want candles waiting by a home cooked meal. I want surprise getaways, flowers and champange. I want strawberrries dipped in chocolate by the bed. I want to know I'm so incredibly wanted that hours, oh so many hours could be blissfully spent thinking of ways to win my heart over and over and over again.

I want it so bad that I use things I would LOVE to have done to me to win over my men. Don't get me wrong I certainly enjoy the planning and wining them over, and I love the way "The One" loves to be loved like that. I romance "The One" so that I can live vicariously through what he receives. And because somewhere deep inside I hope that by doing so I will spark him to want to do something as great or better for me.

In fact it is so ingrained in me to live through him and think he will do the same for me that I tell people that for our anniversary we try to outdo each other with the romantic event. . . But oddly every year is my year to plan something. The really sad thing is that I've told myself that it was a two way street so long that I half believe some of the things I've done for him, he's done for me.

I guess being romanced is more of a need than I thought it was.

In all honesty "The One" does little things each day to win me over. He is always doing kind little things that make me feel loved and incredibly lucky to be married to such a man. . . Doesn't seem to stop my desires for larger than life romance occasionally.