Romance is dusty Museums on a weekday; when no one is present but the each of you and the ghosts of yesterday
Romance is salacious snail mail in a world of paper bank statements and lackadaisical sext messages
Romance is epicurean delights hand picked to satiate each imploring taste bud, alternatively romance is also a culinarily illiterate yet good intentioned burnt meal
Romance is Sound and Dance. Together surrendering to the vibrational awakening of primal memory that audio stimulation and somatic movement invoke.
Romance is conscious flesh, each peaked sense arousing another – a domino effect of pleasure without shame or story holding them back
Romance is voraciously mind fucking while voyeuristically instigating the age-old courtship between intellect and creativity
Romance is drawn out road-trips to ambiguous destinations, worn out albums, the wind on your skin, and curious adventure on your heartstrings
Romance bends the rules
Romance is a Forever, a single serving delight – and everything that lays in between. Romance in it’s trueness is allowed to flow naturally.
Romance is a handmade art-piece.
Romance is collectively making a fundamental difference, combining combustible passions and alchemically crafting palpable meaning. It is being together for more of a purpose than just your togetherness.
Romance is time made sacred.
Romance in an age of constant information is eye contact, intention, and series of non verbal connections.
Romance is giggling uncontrollably.
Romance is subjective; the art of listening and seeing – and in turn allowing yourself to as well be listened to and seen.
Romance is tailor-made unconventionalism – against the grain and perfectly custom to each others unique tastes.
Romance is the concurrence of continued growth.
Romance is the willingness to Love fiercely and authentically; without old stories, oppression or fear.
Romance is a flower unpicked.
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