Romance.

 I sat there looking at him. His eyes were talking but he was quiet. I knew he wanted to say something. I looked at him with hope. He was looking at the floor. I could feel my heart beating. 
After sometime, he looked at me.
‘Say it, say it’, I said in my head.
He looked into my eyes and something strange happened.
I smiled. He smiled too. 

Who said romance was about kissing and holding hands?
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