It’s when I’m in his arms, like a sleepy little panda, hair all messy,feeling safe against his chest.
He pulls me closer,and I can hear his heartbeat like it’s softly saying,“I’ve got you.”
I look into his eyes,and everything else fades.No noise, no chaos just the warmth between us and the comfort of silence.
When he kisses my forehead,
my nose, my cheeks slow and gentle
I feel chosen, I feel cherished.
That’s romance to me.Not the grand gestures,not the perfect pictures just being held, being understood, and feeling at home in his arms.
He pulls me closer,and I can hear his heartbeat like it’s softly saying,“I’ve got you.”
I look into his eyes,and everything else fades.No noise, no chaos just the warmth between us and the comfort of silence.
When he kisses my forehead,
my nose, my cheeks slow and gentle
I feel chosen, I feel cherished.
That’s romance to me.Not the grand gestures,not the perfect pictures just being held, being understood, and feeling at home in his arms.
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