Love language

Romance is not always grand gestures. Tiny, consistent, sincere reminders that you think of and love your significant other can be the grandest expression of love and could be just what they need. To feel that you actually care. And deeply at that. There are many ways to say "I love you". Not all of them involve roses ^^. Although I love roses, I know that a man who knows to hold my soul (understands my heart) would definitely touch me more than the grandest bouquet. A man who senses when I need him to "just hold my hand", would definitely feel present. It is a different, simpler kind of romance that just whispers "I am here. I love you. No matter what." I know sometimes I'd want my man to surprise me with taking me out somewhere nice.. but nice doesn't have to be a 5 star restaurant. Sometimes.. simple things like homemade pizza on the roof, watching the sunset would feel more amazing and romantic than a 5 star restaurant hahah. Or.. a long walk near colorful trees in the fall.. to some it may seem boring, to me.. I see romance in sharing this beauty together while walking and breathing like this in unison (rythm of walking tends to match automatically.. it is something so simple and so amazing to me..would make me feel in harmony with the other). Or.. impromptu tiny romantic dance at home be it even in the most unexpected messy hair Sunday morning moment (you know basically stepping side to side, hugging).. is something that could seem romantic to me :) So romance can be shared in many ways. Perhaps yours is more quiet and more authentic, more simple yet deep.. but definitely you are not devoid of romance, which is nice ^^. Hope you meet someone who likes the same romantic language as you :).
Remember.. literally anything can become romantic if you wish to make it a little more lovey dovey ^^.

There is nothing wrong with that. Very down to earth!

You have described my late husband. Once in a while he’d go all gushy, but solid as an oak, devoted in a way he never talked about but proved constantly.

We had a mutual friend, and we both loved her, but sometimes she just decided to do dumb stuff for no particular reason. She started announcing with some frequency that she and my husband were having an affair. I wasn’t jealous. The jangly amount of jewelry she wore would’ve scared him off, but with repetition it got annoying. I casually mentioned to him that it was annoying.

A week or so later, the doorbell rang and there was our friend, distraught and crying. She was sobbing, “Don’t go! Don’t go! It was a joke.”

It developed my husband had gone to the Domestic Violence Shelter (all three of us were on the board) and walked in all despondent and sad and said, “She’s leaving me. She’s packing now.”

Our friend, of course, asked why.

“She says you keep saying we’re having an affair and she just can’t take it anymore.” Then he left.

Worked like a charm, and I learned not to go around casually mentioning things to my husband.

Love languages are like fluff. They're just concepts. Love is not defined by boxes in a textbook.