Romance is beautiful, in every sense of the word. From the very first moment you hold her hand to the last touch of your lips to her forehead. From the moment you first realise you have fallen in love, the moment your eyes brighten when she walks into the room, when she walks into your sight, to the moment you hold her for the last time as her tears stain your shirt, falling from her eyes, down your neck, burning you as you say goodbye.

Even Romance can make heartbreak look beautiful. From cheeks delicately stained with the saddest of tears to lips trembling as she holds her words back, desperate not to beg you to stay but also desperate to let you know how much she loves you. From the way her forehead creases every time she painstakingly thinks of you, every time her mind tortures her with thoughts of you, to the way she bites her lip to stop herself from saying your name whenever she is reminded of you, whenever she thinks fondly of you, remembering sweet memories that are but a distant daydream now.

Romance is beautiful, in every sense of the word. From the time you first laid eyes on her to the last.

*- a.b.