There are many symbols of romance in the world we know. As leaves descend, autumn signifies the art of falling, an inevitable part of nature, and the human heart, where we can’t help but surrender.
Here are the timeless moments, the first sentences to an undying romance, the greatest ever told. Fall is a time of letting go. It’s the submersion in an endless abyss; the unknown and risk. Completely vulnerable of what’s to come, desire overpowers fear. Hearts are finally set free.
As she touches your face with delicate fingertips, you close your eyes to them. Her warmth seeps within you, like the sweater making her cozy inside. All you want is to capture the way of her, to hold her close and never let go.
You lie awake together by the fireplace. Finding rapture in the crackling sounds, you gaze upon the curves of her body defining the woman in her. You watch on as the soft light of flames dances atop her skin.
Winter draws near as the frames of time slow. Romance becomes a frozen wonderland, a place to never depart, where memories are built with moments lasting a lifetime. You look to the snowfall from the window pane, keeping warm with a blanket wrapped around. You’re content with where you are.
The inviting air of Christmas emerges. Timelessness becomes a path to unwrap the gift of her heart. You find yourself kissing underneath the mistletoe, while background conversations fade. They become non-existent, and all that remains is the distance between your eyes and hers.
Icicles melt away, and the pace of romance quickens to reunite with spring. The eternal memories shared blossom in the name of love. You’re on the verge of entering another chapter in her heart. You’ve found home at last, a blank canvas for painting dreams.
As you venture into her heart to find the secrets of desire, the mystery has only begun. You’ve unlocked a small part of what makes her incredible, in every way she is.
The momentum of discovery continues. As the ambiance of summer embraces, you’re in the middle of July chasing after her in hayfields far and wide, reaching to grab her hand.
Running into each other’s arms, bodies collide in a moment of hush. You realize how much you can’t live without. Gentle pitter-patters become her beautiful heart cries. They dissolve into a tearful kiss as a rainbow finds its way.
When the leaves continue their descent, it’s time to fall in love once more. It’s a scene with children on the playground, laughing and chasing on an early November afternoon. It’s when your child stops to look at you, continuing on as he knows that wherever he may fall, there will always be someone to catch him.
Romance is defined by a sense of knowing, safety, and understanding. Worries disappear, and home is not so far away.
When I fall in love, I picture myself falling upon her sweetness in small steps. To know and understand that no matter where I tremble, and how many times I fall, every path I follow will lead me closer to her.
I’d like to think she’s watching me now, somewhere from a distant afar…
Reader, what is your favourite season (of romance)? What makes it your favourite? What defines your great moment, your memory of love?