A friend of mine is unlucky in love but the most romantic guy a woman would ever have the chance of dating.
I hear about when he wrote his girlfriend 30 love letters (one for everyday of the month).
Or when he took an ex-girlfriend to the zoo every week and bought her a different stuff animal each time just because she loved the zoo.
My stomach starts twisting and I wish that Cory would do such things for me.
Then I realize that at the end of the day, I don’t need him to write me 365 love letters, or send me peonies in the dead of winter. I just need him to hold my hand. And that is enough.