Romance isn’t always words,
It’s not always a materialistic barter of objects
It’s not ecstatic declarations of feelings
It’s not unrealistic expectations of constant attention.
It’s not hoarding sanity, in the name of love,
And it’s definitely not just moans offered to primal instinct.
Romance is always intentions.
It’s being patient
It’s being kind
It’s actions that don’t fail
It is knowing when to let go, so as to let one flourish
Even if the “one” isn’t you;
It is encouraging growth
It is knowing that essence doesn’t tag along with presence with it.
It is comfortable silences.
It is the sparks that make their way through skin, flesh and blood- to reach your soul,
When your fingers merge with each other.