Perhaps the most definably "romantic" evening that he's whisked me off to, and though we giggled about that and thought it was all awfully cute, it actually was really lovely, really beautiful.
I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross / to reach you. For I am in love with you / and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
When I grow up, I'd like to be a cream puff. A cream puff with apricots, or even a plain one. Lukewarm at the bakery. In the window.