romance is like dance...

romance is like dance...

and the dance for the moment is the salsa.

flashy, fast, sometimes sensual, always energetic. it blooms fast, and ends abruptly, and everyone in the dance knows that it is not for keeps. that over the hill is another partner, another flame. that at its core, it's for fun.

sounds like how people nowadays view relationships. that it's all for fun, that it doesn't matter if it ends, that it's perfectly fine to chase someone you don't know, that it's perfectly fine not to mean what you say.

i'm beginning to think i was born in the wrong era, or that i'm an old retro freak trapped in this body, or that i'm just weird, or that i'm just longing for more mature friends, or something.

and i'm beginning to think, once more, that in romance, a form of injustice reigns in that it is not the good men who get what they want, but that it is the shameless, shallow, and just desperate men who do so.

how has romance become a race instead of a journey? what happens to those who prefer a pleasant walk?

i'm tired, goodnight.