Where's the Passion?

  Lately I've been feeling like something is lacking in my life.  That something, I believe, is passion.  I want to feel like I am the woman of his dreams and he can't stand to be away from me.  I know, that only happens on television, or does it? I wish I saw passion in his eyes. I wish he made me feel special.  I wish I knew that he would travel across the world to be with me, but I don't.   Is this really love? Or is it convenience?  Is it the comfort of knowing this person will always be here?  Can a sistah get some romance?  I love surprises.  I would love to come home to rose filled bathwater. I would love a love letter mailed to me.   I would love a bear hug that emits a feeling of desire.  Valentines day is around the corner, but it's just another day. Sure we will exchange gifts, but I don't feel the love that this day is supposed to represent. Where is the romance? Where is my romeo? Oh yeah, he's in the room playing call of duty! ugh! I always say actions speak louder than words, and oh boy do I notice that on a daily basis. Don't get me wrong, my marriage is not on the brink of destruction, sometimes I just want a little more romance.  Maybe he will read this and get the hint, but chances are he will just do his little nervous laugh, and nothing will change.  I will remain hopefull that a certain someone will become a giver, not just a reciever.  Maybe I will create a great love story from my fantasies.