is there still romance in the world?

i am looking past individual inspirations of wine and roses. but onto how we interact with strangers. with friends. with the sort of love that happens when you hand a stranger a flower just to make them smile once in a while. when you smell someone's perfume or shampoo in the morning on the train and you're flooded with memories of when the girl whose smile lit up a room smiled at you once. and then you thank the stranger. you tell them that they smell amazing. those times when you walk down rough and tumble sidewalks and can hear the stories living on them. in each person walking by. their ipods singing lullabyes and love songs to them from soul mates and friends from around the world. there is romance in every step you can take in a day. a leaf to notice. the fireplace smell dusting the street. the grass being cut around the corner with its sharp wet green smell mixing with the hard metal oily smell of a hand start lawnmower. it's everywhere. i wonder why it's so easy to not see it.