What is Romance?

I keep trying to find an answer in my head which I could give to my oh so British husband to explain, what romance is.

In the end, it’s oh so very simple and interestingly enough very similar to my long-found-answer as to what love is. Love is effort we make for each other. And so is romance.

So what is the difference? A romantic gesture tends to be a bit bigger.

Let me give you an example of love in my every-day-life.

Every day my husband makes the effort to remember to touch me when he passes me by, or to kiss me, hug me… He knows I need touch to feel loved. I don’t care about words, I don’t care much about anything else but touch from the man I love. His need for that is not as big as mine, hence it’s an effort he makes.

He will also make the effort to stay patient in a discussion, cook for himself and so on. And in return, if I notice that he’s busy, too busy to eat, I will cook for him even though what he eats is completely different to what I eat. Also I will listen to him which seems to be important to him, given that he has a lot to say. His thoughts are fast and his knowledge huge and at times it’s difficult to follow but I do my best. That’s effort, that’s love. And then there are a million other little things.