a different take on romance.

remember that time when you were talking to him.  and he was looking at you in such a way that you knew he really cared about what you were saying.  his gaze told you that you were beautiful, to him, and that was all that mattered. and then it was that small gesture, a man, his hand pushing your hair behind your ear.  romance.

then there was that moment sitting on the beach with him.  watching the sunset and the consistency of arms and hands and legs brushing against each other.  that moment when he brushes the sand from your foot to read your tattoo, the moment when he leans into you to hear the sound of your laugh as and quietly inquires to know your deepest thought.

and you cannot forget when you were in the car together and you were feeling quite ill and he placed his hand on your knee to calm you.  he gave you an assured smile that things would be okay. and when you placed your hand over his, so suddenly you were...okay.

romance.

it's a rarity.  finding and feeling romance, it often seems few and far between.

i find now, that if i am paying attention, i am romanced everyday, almost every moment.  i am romanced by the sun and the stars, the scents of winter, the movement of moon and clouds, the warmth of humanity, the dancing of lights, the taste of a soft and silvery night, and the hope of the season.

you see, romance to me is a very non-sexual thing.  it is not what culture paints it to be.  it is an emotional thing.  it is something that you feel in shallow and deep ways.  it is something i don't think you can purpose.  it just happens and when it happens, hopefully you are paying attention to what you feel, because the feelings, when the pop up, they are like a gift, a gentle reminder that you are thought of and loved.