romantic support

He holds my hand as I try to write, his fingertips interlaced with mine as if to quietly reassure me he’s right here, supporting me in doing what I need to do and being who I need to be today: a writer on a slow Sunday morning with no plans.

This is what romance looks like to me these days.

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