When we hear the word romantic, we often conjure candlelit dinners, hand-in-hand walks beneath starlit skies, or whispered promises over coffee-stained mornings. But lately, I’ve been wondering—what does romantic really mean?
To me, it’s less about red roses and more about being seen. It’s the worn note tucked in your lunchbox, the way someone remembers how you take your coffee. It’s sharing the last bite even though you were secretly saving it for yourself. Romance, at its core, is intentional attention—love practiced in the ordinary, not just celebrated on a calendar square.
For some, it’s grand gestures or a perfectly scripted moment. But for me, romance lives in the gentle, everyday details—the kind that don’t ask for attention but linger in your memory like steam from morning coffee. I think of romance in terms of reverence: for a person, a moment, a memory. Like the way my grandmother ironed handkerchiefs just so, or the way he looks at you with quiet awe, not because you’re done up, but because you’re there. It’s how he insists on making dinner—even after a long, hot day—then plates it with care and serves it like it’s his offering to the universe. Or how he drives a thousand miles just to show up, no fanfare, just presence. No fanfare. Just thoughtfulness.
Romance isn’t always found in the expected. Sometimes it’s wrapped in the grit of daily life, the loyalty of actions that say “you matter,” even when the words don’t come.
Sometimes, romance isn’t about another person at all—it’s how we speak to ourselves with kindness. It’s sitting in silence with an old record, writing a letter you’ll never send, or keeping the porch light on for memories that still matter.
So I’ll ask you—what’s your definition of romantic?
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