I see romance in the longing looks when eyes lock and lovingly drink in features that are new or very well known and worn. Romance exists in the soft stroke to a cheek, the lightest of touch to tousled strands to set them straight, or the gentle rub of one’s back just because.
I see loving cuddles with small kisses to the forehead or nap of the neck seeking nothing further. It is not hard to understand how applications of such administers so much warmth and love that is made large in whispers of sweet nothings. Not all is roses. ~ Arachne
