I hope our generation...

doesn't lose the romance. Read to someone. In a park. On the beach. In your backyard. Beneath a tree. By the hearth.

I try to not give a shit about romantic or intimate gesture. Try. Not. To. But simple activities like reading to someone, when one is earnestly engrossed in another, is a type of intimacy that I can't deny the profundity of.

Wendy. Don't.