We've all become a little ironic. Smart. Practical.
We read signals, play "who will write first" and are afraid to show sincerity.

But somewhere deep down we still want to be hugged as if the world had disappeared. For someone to listen carefully when we are silent. For coffee in the morning, a movie under the blanket in the evening - and peace in the heart.

This is not childish romance. This is a mature desire to be there.
Real. Without theatrics. But with a spark.