This might be odd for a romance writer to admit, but I'm not the most traditionally romantic of souls. I don't need flowers or chocolates (though I wouldn't turn away cookies). I don't need the calendar to remind me that I'm damned lucky. I tend to find the romance in the little things. Like when my car is mysteriously full of gas when it was on empty.
I saw this pic the other day. Two exhausted, sweaty souls, and yet there's something incredibly romantic about the shot to me.
So much love there...
What's romantic to you?