• Why do I always cry at the end of romance novel?

    Is it me wanting the love the man gives to the one he wants?

    Probably.


    I don't understand why I do it though.

    I don't even know what love is.

    Perhaps that's why I read these books.


    I want love.

    I want someone to kiss, someone to hug.

    I want someone to read with, to share similarities and differences with.


    Who doesn't want love?

    It's extraordinary what it can do to you, what it can make you feel.

    The butterflies rising from the grave of grade school, making you act silly again.

    Sometimes it's even a drug for some people, always wanting more.


    But love hurts in a way that even the most excruciating pain couldn't even compare.

    At first it wraps it's arms around you, warm and assuring.

    But after a while it can take the nastiest turns.

    Fights, cheating, abuse.


    .. We feed off love, we need it.