A couple months ago I was hanging out at my Mother-in-law’s place and we were talking about a wedding video Ben and I were going to make for Ben’s cousin and my Mother-in-law looks at me all serious-like and says ‘do you even care about romance?’. She really thought I wasn’t a romantic and it made me laugh. I’m not really into super white weddings and traditional (boring) stuff like that, but I love love. I really do.
Ben and I met in a forest, in the dead of the night, foam swords clutched tightly in our hands. We were at a Live Action Role Playing game and I had gone there to find love. When I was searching for Ben I worked my ass off to find love. I went on on a million dates (and rejected all of them) and I refused to settle for anything less than true love. Ben tells me when he first saw my bleach blonde hair that night in the forest it was like a beacon, drawing him home. I still get shivers thinking about it. At the end of the weekend in good heroic knightly fashion Ben ‘gave me his sword’. Two weeks later he moved in and we haven’t been apart ever since. Love is fucking awesome.
I love love so much in fact that stories without it don’t really do it for me. The love story doesn’t have to be a main storyline or anything, but if it’s not there I get kind of bored and my attention wanders.
Hell I love love so much I even wrote a Harlequin once. It was the story of a woman named Kara. Kara’s husband cheated on her (and hit her) and she had to take off to England to escape (because why not?). She met some guy there and they fell in love but she didn’t know his secret and unfortunately neither did I (I think he might have been a prince or something), which was the reason I stopped writing 25,000 words in. I didn’t know the plot and I also didn’t know what to do after they had sex. It was a failed effort and I tried it when I like 20 years old or something, but it was fun because it was love.
I’ve heard people say that love isn’t important in a story and that makes me laugh. I think people have a perception that love isn’t serious enough sometimes, or that it’s somehow frivolous. Love is anything but frivolous though. It’s about as serious as it gets because for most people I’ve ever met it is something they either strive to find or lament that they don’t have. It’s a chemical preoccupation, an emotional drug, an absolute wonder. The world loves love even if they don’t want to admit it.
We can scoff at romance novels and romantic comedies all we want, but who among us doesn’t smile (even just a little) when there’s a love twist thrown into the plot? Who doesn’t cheer for the kiss that finally happens, or the hot sex we all saw coming from the beginning?
So I take this Valentine’s Day to say loud and proud that I love love and there is nothing better in the world than a sweet and wonderful love story.
Happy Valentine’s Day everyone, I hope the cupid’s arrow finds you whoever and wherever you are!
Bonus: The word of the day on dictionary.com is ‘Schatzi’ which means darling or sweetheart!