Tastes Great, Less Failing! Or: on the Idea of "Reserved Love"
I'm a hopeless romantic. I have always loved the notion of sweeping a woman off her feet, paying attention to those minute details about their lives that seem like "small talk" details, and later surprising them with a token that shows I've been listening the entire time. But with the advent of the whole "falling in love is showing weakness" craze that has taken this world by storm, as well the ease with which most up and leave for greener pastures that end up being not so green and in dire need of mowing, and finally- the mind blowing ability those of the opposite sex have to build walls that are "keep dreaming" thick... I find myself falling in love with a whole new ideology. The idea of "reserved love". Reserved love is basically the motions of a relationship sans the drama that is usually accompanied by it. Tastes just like the real thing with zero chance of it failing. Reserved love doesn't care about issues. It knows y