romance is coming home from a day of work, quietly cleaning up dishes still left on the table from breakfast, in the acknowledgement it must have been a hectic day around the house.
romance is an hour of coffee together every morning, listening to your thoughts and dreams.
romance is watching you grow within yourself, and encouraging you to do more, even at the risk that you may not love who i am to you anymore.
romance is listening to you when, in passing, you mention something you want and i buy it when you dont expect it.
romance is me choosing you, everyday, for the rest of my life.
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