I've been thinking about love and romance this week as its my first valentines with Daddy. I'm a bit gutted that we're not gonna be able to be together that night due to previous commitments.

It can't be helped though as he had these plans before he even knew I existed and he has said I wasn't to worry as he's planning something for us to have our own valentines.

I'm really excited to see what he has planned as we haven't had much chance to experience romance in our relationship so far - though I found getting breakfast in bed so sweet.

I like romance. It's important to me and I like to think I am a romantic at heart. 

When I went down to England with the teen (then 7), I would leave little notes for the ex to find about the house. When I was out and about, I would see something i thought he would like and get him it to surprise him. I would make his favourite meals and get up at 6.30am to make him a fresh lunch, breakfast and a coffee for work. 

To me that was my way of trying to be romantic with him. And in his defence, at the beginning of the relationship, he did reciprocate it. Bringing me flowers, just cause. Leaving me little notes that I could keep for when I needed a pick me up.

I liked that.

Towards the end though when he would just bin my notes or get pissed off at me if I was too exhausted to get up an hour before him to make his coffee and food. He obviously wasn't viewing these as nice things I did for him, rather as expected actions.

So I started to romance myself. 

I would get myself something from my Amazon wish list. I'd buy myself that book I really wanted or I would allow myself an hour to soak in a bath with a lush bath bomb. I've even took myself to the cinema to see a film I really want to see without a care in the world. At the end of the day, I'm always going to be with me. I'm in this body forever and if I can't romance myself a little then who will?

Even now I have days where I'm not exactly loving myself - usually during shark week when I'm hormonal and feel icky, so I'll pull on my pretty underwear, put on some make up and take my fine ass out for a coffee and a slice of cake, cause why not!

I do hope that I'll get a chance to add some romance with Daddy as I'm hoping he's gonna be here for the long haul too. I already have started some things I know he'll like, but I have to be careful as I don't want him to think I'm being too cutesy and be put off ... though if I'm honest with myself, I think he loves all my little romantic things I do.

His reaction to when I gave him a key certainly gave that impression *bites lip*