My reaction to romance is a lot like my reaction to moths. I can admire it from afar and say ‘hey, that looks cool!’ but if it tries to come near me I start screaming and flapping my arms.
I don’t know I feel like it’s a lot more like my reaction to bees. When they’re far away, or nearby but they don’t look like they’re coming towards me I love them, but when they try to come to me I just stand there stiffly praying that they’ll go away.
For me it’s much more like butterflies. I see one and think it’s so pretty omg I want that to be me but then I find out butterflies (romance) dies after one day and oh well
this post is one hell of a mood and i love/hate it
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