Romantic, But Still Breathing Hope

I fall in love with moments,

with quiet smiles,

with the way hearts speak

when words fall short.

They call people like me romantics.

Maybe I am.

But not the kind who waits for perfection.

I wait for honesty.

I believe love is not fireworks every day.

Sometimes it’s silence.

Sometimes it’s patience.

Sometimes it’s choosing the same soul

even on hard days.

I don’t need fairy tales.

I need real.

Hands that stay.

Eyes that understand.

Hearts that don’t run when things get heavy.

Love isn’t about fixing someone.

It’s about standing beside them

while they heal.

I’ve learned that vulnerability isn’t weakness.

It’s courage.

And intimacy isn’t touch.

It’s truth.

So yes, I’m romantic.

But not hopeless.

I love deeply,

I forgive slowly,

and I believe that imperfect hearts

can still create beautiful stories.

Because real love

doesn’t promise forever.

It shows up for it.

❤️