What happened to the days where people wrote love letters? What happened to the days where people spoke face-to-face? What happened to the days where real romance existed? What happened to the days when people actually valued who they slept with, and showed it as a sign of love, not just a pleasure seeking activity? Maybe I was born in the wrong era; the wrong decade.

All I want is for someone to come into my life and not expect me to spread my legs so quickly. I want to meet someone who I do not have to seek through the internet and apps. I want to have a real conversation about literature, about art, about music. I want that epic romance that only belongs in books, and in history. 

My idea of love is meeting a person is a place you yourself care about, maybe it is a bookstore, a record store, an art gallery, the museum, the place you go for comfort. My idea of love it not being the object of desire, but an object of admiration and respect. My idea of love is not having expectations, but taking things as they present themself. 

When did my generation decide that love was proving your love by the use of your body? That is not love. Love is in the touch, love in words you use, love is your partner that you are there for them no matter what. Love is not what you use your body for (however it can be at times). Love is taking your partner and showing them they are your world. Love is trust and communication. Love is comfort. 

This is something we, millennials, have lost. We as a generation have lost everything about love that makes it love. We have lost our abilities to communicate, our abilities to show people we care. Maybe I am stuck in a fantasy world, but to me romance is dead. I need to accept the fact that the love I so ever crave will never present itself to me, and that as much as I desire to be swept off my feet, they are going to remain firmly on the ground. Maybe it is not even love I crave. Maybe what I yearn for is human contact. Maybe the issue is that we have lost the ability to communicate. Now that my old timely view of romance is dead, I will crave it more.