In childhood, romance is postcards, hearts, and candies. In youth, it's butterflies in the stomach and endless conversations until dawn. But romance doesn't disappear with age. It grows into silence, into attentiveness, into the ability to be there without disturbing your breathing.

Adult romance is not loud gestures, but morning coffee, when he knows how many spoons of sugar you need. It's a blanket on your shoulder when you're silently freezing. It's the ability to listen - truly. Not waiting for your turn, but feeling that it's important to you right now. 🤍

This is when you don't have to say "I love you" every five minutes - because love is read in your gaze, in your actions, in the way your vulnerability is protected.

Romance doesn't disappear. It grows up with us. And it becomes more valuable, because now we know for sure: real things are in the details, not in the wow effect. 🌌