I’m not the most romantic person in the world—at least not in the traditional sense. I don’t believe romance is about grand gestures or expensive gifts. To me, it’s the small, everyday moments that truly matter.

Romance is about being there for someone when it counts. It’s listening—really listening—when they need to talk. It’s cooking a meal even when I don’t feel my best, just to bring a little comfort and care into their day. It’s going for a walk together, sharing a quiet moment that creates memories far more meaningful than anything money can buy.

I’m someone who believes deeply in memories, not material things like jewelry or fancy presents. Those tangible items might sparkle and shine, but it’s the simple acts of kindness and presence that build the lasting bonds of love.

For me, romance is less about grand declarations and more about showing up in small, thoughtful ways—day after day. Because at the end of the day, it’s those moments that stay with us the longest.

Daily writing prompt

What’s your definition of romantic?

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