Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.
~ Maya Angelou
I wouldn’t describe Master T and I as a romantic couple, although others might. We have never done anything romantic, no candlelit dinners, no long courtship before he finally won me over, he never buys me flowers, there are no gifts on Valentine’s Day and we don’t even do gifts with birthdays anymore. This is what works for us; this is how we want it.
That doesn’t mean that we didn’t have our romantic moments together. We definitely did, and we still do. You see, our romance is different from what the commercials tell you it should be. We have our moments when we are out for dinner, where we look into each other’s eyes, and this warm feeling starts from deep inside, a feeling of intense love for the man who loves me for who I am. Only he and I know what we are saying to each other without words. Those moments don’t only happen when we are out for dinner. Sometimes we both stand in the kitchen, we hug, we look at each other and those moments happen.
Another moment I look at as romantic is our very first hotel stay back in 2012. We woke up together in the hotel, on the morning of my forty-fifth birthday, after an afternoon and night of intense dominance and submission, of fucking, and somewhere in between all that there was wining and dining. We had many hotel stays after that, but none of them was as special and romantic as that very first one. And yes, there, and before, and after, I also found romance in my submission; in the way Master T dominated me.
One of the most romantic moments I remember, was when Master T looked at me, hugged me and whispered in my ear: if we could’ve done it over, I would’ve wanted you to be the mother of my children. It sounds like a simple thing to say, but since we don’t have children together (we have three – two are mine, one is his), it was something intensely beautiful to say.
Danielle Steel (one of my favorite authors, even though I haven’t read her for a very long time) once said: Lust is temporary, romance can be nice, but love is the most important thing of all. Because without love, lust and romance will always be short-lived.
I truly believe this to be true, and maybe that is why romance means nothing to me, why I don’t need it in my life. It’s nice when it happens, but I don’t mind if it doesn’t. I prefer to have love, because in love, I find those moments of romance. Having said this, I return to the quote above by Maya Angelou: Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.
Like I said, I prefer love. Love to me is caring for someone in sickness and in health, to always be there for each other, no matter what life brings on our paths. No matter how hard it is, the one moment one carries the other, and the next we jump those hurdles together, hand in hand. We make our own kind of romance, the kind where we find fun in the silliest things, where sometimes we act like teenagers, or where we have our quiet moments in bed, lying hand in hand, both just awake, our eyes still closed, listening to the day starting up around us.
We are romantic in ways others might not see as such.
We find romance in our love.
Our love is deep.
Our love is strong.
© Rebel’s Notes