Romantic things in life are those little things you do every day to show you care for them. It’s not materialistic. It’s not the diamond ring and the bunch of flowers you buy them. It’s not the hug, kiss and the sharing of bed. This thing may become and lead to an inevitable relationship. But that’s not the romance. It has got even more of what we think
You walk out of certain limits of yours to make them happy. The way you hold their hand when you know they needs it. The way you save a last piece of chocolate for them. Those random texts. The way you look at them when they just pass by. The sharing of meal that you don’t want to share with anyone else. The legendry laughter when they tell a joke, even the lame ones. The way you put your face on pause when they tell about their day. That fraction of smile that flashes from heart when you just hear their name and a turn back if someone calls out the name, even though you know it cannot be them. The true romance lies in all this. It looks small and childish but these small elements take you to the path of roses where thorns become even softer than the flower. You never need their presence to love them and be romantic to them. They may or may not be with you, they may be farthest of immeasurable distance, and they wouldn’t even have noticed you so far or more the luckiest they may be beside you but still the love goes beyond the words and they still complete you.
The capacity to be alone is the capacity to love more. It’s an unacceptable truth. The people who are capable of love in loneliness can share and goes to the deepest to see the other person feelings, without possessing the other. It’s a capacity to be part of them without reducing them to think and without being addicted to the them. It’s not a state of feeling lonely it’s a state of pure thinking of love. It’s a sign of true love and patience. Its other person point to think you all the time, love u back with the same as what you do, the acceptance of your love but you still love them is the purest and the true love. And that pureness is romance