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What’s your definition of romantic?

Romance? It’s not the overpriced roses or the five-star dinners—though I’ll never turn down a glass of good red and something plated like art. No, my definition of romantic is far more subtle… and far more dangerous.

It’s the hand that reaches for yours instinctively.
It’s the coffee made just right without asking.
It’s the way someone looks at you mid-conversation and you both forget what the topic was.

Romance is in the rhythm—the comfort of silence between two people who don’t need to fill it. It’s in the “text me when you get home” that doesn’t just mean safety, but you matter to me. It’s the coat draped over your shoulders. The inside joke slipped into a serious meeting. The glance from across the room that says “I see you”—and always have.

For me, romance doesn’t need a crescendo. It’s the low hum in the background, steady and warm. It’s shared books, long walks, forehead kisses, and unexpected kindness.

And yes, it’s sometimes knowing when to pour the wine and just listen.

So no, I don’t need the glass slipper. I’ll take the one who remembers my favorite tea and knows how I like my back scratched. That’s my kind of romantic.

What’s yours?

Stay Fabulous,
Luce 💋