Unmasked Love: Our Kind of Romance

Romantic, to me, has never been just about rose petals or candlelit dinners—though let’s be clear, I’ll never say no to either. But real romance? It’s deeper. It’s layered in trust, consistency, and quiet understanding. With Reese, it’s everything in between the big moments. It’s the way he knows when I need to be held and when I need space. It’s how he studies me—not for show, but because he genuinely wants to understand me. He sees the version of me I sometimes forget to be proud of. And when I fall apart, he doesn’t try to fix me—he just stays close until I’m ready to come back together. Romance is in how we talk without talking. In our own language made up of glances, little touches, and that knowing smile. It’s in him reaching for my hand when we walk—even if we’re just running errands. It’s how he still opens my car door. It’s him letting me have the last bite, even when we both know he wanted it. It’s how we laugh until our stomachs hurt over something no one else would find funny. It’s our Sunday mornings, our quiet nights, and the way he looks at me like I’m his peace—even when the world feels chaotic. Romance is how we move through life together—different, but aligned. How he never makes me feel like I have to be anything other than myself. Bonnet, bathrobe, full beat, or fresh out the shower—he loves me in every form. And I feel it. Not in words, but in how he shows up. Every day. It’s not just that Reese is romantic. It’s that we are romantic—because we make room for softness, for slowness, and for showing up for one another in the small ways that end up meaning everything. That’s what romance is to me. Not performance. Not perfection. But love that’s lived in and loved on. Every single day. What’s yours?