i’m fond of it. it’s fun. quick. easy. but it is, by no means, an adequate substitute for actual, real life interaction. especially in the name of romance. i can text you throughout your day, when you are at work and i am as well, and we need that little pick-me-up to get each other through the grueling monotony that is retail employment. i get it. but do not depend on getting any real indication of how i feel about you or anything via text. there is nothing in this world that can replace talking in person. seeing someone’s reaction to what you say, how they say what they need to, their laugh, their smile. nothing. texting too much almost ruins the romance, for me. i get these mundane, expressionless phrases that, to me, can’t really be put into context. i don’t know. maybe it’s just me. maybe because tone and and facial expressions are so important to me, so unbelievably crucial. maybe because i see a text conversation as a hybrid of the real thing. maybe, just maybe, it’s because i know nothing compares to being with the person you have feelings for and that no matter how many “:-*” emoticons you might send, it’ll cower to a real kiss anyway. it’s just that i feel there’s almost a dependency on texting, it’s become an aspect of romancing someone instead of a means of shortened communication. i don’t want an edited love, i don’t want a short-hand courtship. but, maybe that’s just me.

with an unwavering, unapologetic bias,

hoda. xo