I thought that I could solve all our problems by dropping hints. Dropping hints would give him ideas on how to be romantic or great times to be romantic. If not romantic, then a chance to be sweet.
It turns out that guys don't really understand the concept of hints. After dropping one, I waited for a few hours before finally conceding to the fact that he hadn't picked up on it. I thought about continuing on my hinting quest, but I gave up instead. I gave up because something hit me: I've been incredibly busy this past month. It seems like I never have a chance to catch my breath, and it's been taking its toll on me. Even though I never asked him to, Lyndon has started helping around the apartment. He's unloaded and loaded the dishwasher, taken the trash out, and more without a word.
I was looking for romance a girl receives from her boyfriend. I got romance a wife receives from her husband. I like this version much more.