Romance means so many different things to me: Its Magical.

Romance is what makes me as light as a feather and as bouncy as a ball. It isn’t just some feeling. It is rebellion, a freedom that knows no bounds, where I can fly and soar wherever I want.

Romance is a strong attraction and a beautiful feeling, a sensation I hold within me and have toward another person. It’s speaking through each other’s eyes and fingers, merging with someone who vibrates to the same tune, deciphering looks, dreams, and anguish, even in silence or absence. It’s when I recognize in the soul of that person a little of what I have in myself and know that person orbits the same dimensions as I do.

Romance is understanding those silent conversations without words, being in each other’s company even without physical presence by overcoming time and distance. It’s the moments of checking the phone repeatedly, yearning to talk and share all the little things. It’s the inexplicable anticipation I feel deep within me when I’m about to meet that person or hear their voice, and the pang of missing them immediately after parting or hanging up, even when they are with me. It’s expressed through deeds and gestures.

Romance is all about being 16 again, even if I am in my 60s—learning to laugh and smile like I haven’t done it before. It’s everything that makes me feel good, look good, and do good. It’s what makes me feel young, energetic, and adventurous.

This is why romance is so extraordinary; these connections are deep, mystical, transcendent, intuitive, and enchanting.

Mental connections are rare and captivating, but romantic connections are inexplicable and magical.

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This piece, drafted a couple of years ago, still I hold the same definition.