The most romantic thing I can offer

The most romantic thing I can offer isn’t poetry, or flowers, or perfectly timed affection.

It’s steadiness.

I will not vanish.

I will not love you wildly one day and retreat the next.

I will not make you wonder how I feel.

I will love like seasons—not storms.

I will arrive gently, again and again, without spectacle but with intention. And a smile. And a hug.

And when you’ve had a long day, I will pour tea, not opinions. And massage your feet.