I’m not the type of person who likes to congratulate typically wholesome activities.
But for me, the most romantic thing I could imagine doing is definitely Pair Skating.
It has everything I could see that gets the loving hormones raging.
Two people doing something that almost nobody else could do, even if they trained for 20 years, and it doing it together.
Dancing dangerously upon the ice with wobbly blades, both persons entirely dependent upon one another.
Two people defying embarrassment and disaster, but also completely not held back by such worries, so devoted they are to each other.
Emotional expression and release of tension, with the entire world watching.
Moving artfully, the way that is demanded, but also the way that you wish.
And the two performers must indeed feel that within each other.
Of course, not all of them are romantic partners.
I suppose those who do not have those feelings for each other must form their own unique undulations
that give them passion for something which is so much more affectionate in its apparent flair.
Maybe they feel the love their rivals have
and a desire to surpass it.
For the sake of winning, but also for their own enjoyment.
I gave up on ice skating before I even reached age 10.
But something I did not give up on.
Behold, my performance to come.