She misses romance.
Not the one that sweeps her off her feet, not the one that causes her to breathe harder, or the one that pulls her in so passionately and holds her there. She wants the one where a look can make her smile, the conversations that are just an excuse to be near her and the soft stolen touches that make her skin tingle with flattery.
She misses the romance that starts the passion.
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