Romance feels good here.
Not complicated.
Not heavy.
Not making me question my whole nervous system
before breakfast.
Just good.
Right.
On point.
The kind of love that walks in
and the room says,
Oh, okay. There you are.
And me?
I can hit repeat.
All day.
All night.
For the rest of my life,
if it means being with you.
Because this kind of feeling—
this kind of ease—
does not come around often.
It does not beg for attention.
It does not perform.
It simply arrives
and sits beside the heart
like it already knew the address.
I like the way this feels.
Soft, but not weak.
Tender, but not foolish.
Sweet, but still with some sense.
Because let’s be clear—
I have loved before,
But this right here
has a rhythm I do not want to interrupt.
It feels like music
My spirit already knew,
like laughter after a long season,
like the sun finally deciding
to stay a little longer.
You feel familiar
without feeling old.
Exciting
without making me tired.
Romantic
without making me lose myself.
And that?
That is rare.
So yes,
I can press repeat.
I can play this song again.
I can let this love move through the day,
through the night,
through every quiet place in me
that once wondered
If peace could also be passionate.
Now I know.
Romance can feel this good.
This right.
This is on point.
And if being with you
Is the song life playing—
baby, let it play–
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