Too Much Tree Sap

Now I know this is only my second blog, and you really should wait until the third or fourth to talk about this kind of thing, but I am going to talk about romance and unconditional love.

So romance - not sex - romance.  The spontaneity of it is intoxicating and tantalizing.  We can't get enough of it - that is why we read, watch TV shows and movies.  No matter how fleeting the moment, it's that potential for romance, that undeniable passion that as an evolved culture, we crave.  

Personally, I love the spontaneity of it and can't get enough of it -- seriously.  My boyfriend is overworked, so I like to surprise him here and there, with maybe flowers one day, or a message, a date, coffee, Thai Food, tea, ya know, all the good us-romantic stuff.  Is it too much for me to ask for something once in a while?  I mean he even has calendar dates (Birthday, Valentine's, etc.) in which all the crap-tastic companies like to push their product.  I mean, it doesn't have to be those dates, but shouldn't it be sometime?  I don't know what to do, and trying the "classic normal way" of getting mad after giving him a hint of what I mean doesn't work because as aformentioned, he's so tired and overworked that he just constantly bickers.  It's frustrating.  Well, I guess it's not constant  - there are those broken bits in between in which he plays too many games, which I have tried to politely in a blunt way tell him he plays way too much of.  Woo - did I stray off of that romance track or what!  Anyway, romance is a good things, and always present in a healthy relationship no matter who is giving and who is receiving.

Unconditional love.  I believe it because no matter what my bf does, I will love him. I will love him always and forever through and through, no matter the stupid meaningless arguments, the less than I'd like romance, the hardly ever seeing him.  I don't understand how anyone cannot believe that unconditional love exists (assuming that they accept the premise that love exists, of course).  I'm a very logical person, and this is one of those things that just makes sense even though there is no concrete, tangible evidence of it.  I mean there are the hormones that are released in the pancreas, which account for the "butterflies" in your tummy.  But anyone that has ever been in love cannot deny that when you have a tummy full of butterflies, your heart feels like it skips beats.