I am a hopeless romantic. I don’t need a special date to feel love or loved. I just need you, my love. How many times, I have told you this. How may times I have insisted you to spend a day with me, just with me, without bringing your gadgets between us. How many times, we started a long drive that just left us exhausted and sour without any perfect set of photographs as memories. Are we running, love? I think we are running. We are running, fast. Very fast that we are loosing our breath. We are not running from each other, but together towards something that looks very…