We’re surrounded by revived remnants from older times – modern Polaroids, refurbished record players, 2018 Levi’s overalls. But whatever happened to vintage romance? I hope you’ll still get to impulsively slow-dance in the street to the faint strains of a familiar tune, or come home to a postmarked love letter in your mailbox. I hope you’ll still be surprised by flowers sent to your desk on a random Wednesday, or share fears and dreams while lying on a blanketed rooftop looking up at the stars. It’s little moments like these, when two roots of a blossoming plant gradually learn to intertwine, that make vintage romance the classic love stories that they are.