Romance? Let me explain..

What’s your definition of romantic?

Haah! I almost missed today’s prompt, but whew! This one’s got me smiling. I love love. I’m a certified, card-carrying hopeless romantic.

My definition of romance? Comprehension.

Not just flowers and fancy gestures (though yes, please 🌹) but truly getting each other.

Like, “I see you. I get you. I hold space for who you are,” and you doing the same for me.

That’s it. That’s the romance.

It’s conversations.

Not just the deep, soul-baring kind (though I live for those), but the playful, “you won’t believe what happened at work today” ones.

Talking to my man, my man, my man (yes, I’ve said that way too many times 😅)  that’s my love language. It’s how I go on adventures without ever leaving the house.

It’s listening. Like, actually listening.

Because have you ever opened your heart to someone, only to realize halfway through they’ve completely zoned out? Whew.

Not just humiliating, diabolical.

A heartbreak without the breakup.

So when my person really listens tuned in, heart on, eyes soft? That’s poetry.

It’s quality time.

Car parked. Takeout in hand. Nowhere to go just good vibes.

It’s snuggles. It’s canoodling. It’s couch cuddles where time disappears.

It’s respect.

(Hey papi, here…respect abounds)

Knowing that beyond and above the love, there’s respect.

On the days when love doesn’t feel like enough, we’ll fill the gap with the respect we’ve built around each other.

It’s space.

Space to talk, to vent, to become the full-blown podcast that I am unfiltered, unscripted, and slightly dramatic. 😂

To me, romance is showing up as your whole self and letting me do the same.

Like yes, I’m your safe space. And you? You’re my effing best friend, hun. 💛

Also… I already have the design of my gown, by the way. 😌

Cheers!