there’s something very romantic about not physically touching someone.
it isn’t about how they kiss you,
how they hold your hand or how often they embrace you.
but more about the way they look at you,
how their eyes gleam with delight,
desire mixed with enthrallment illuminating them when they meet yours.
how freely they behave, no self-consciousness in the air.
how they smile at you, even when you’ve offered no joke, nothing for them to grin at.
it’s just your presence that does that.
it touches them in ways hands alone will never be able to.
subtleties are, in my opinion, very romantic,
& very fun to decipher.