To this very day, I do not know what romance entails, but I do know what the feeling of love beholds. The emotional rush of seeing the radiance of your interest. The deep painful need to never let that person go. The drive to please that very love interest in everything to keep those eyes on you. The joyful rush of feeling that person's returned affection being the thing you need to make your life go in the perfect direction. Nothing else matters as it's you and your love against the world – a world that can't touch you in any way—a world that together you two can fix and all dreams are not only possible, but just a mere attempt from being a success. I also know how it feels to have people against your emotions for their own personal goals. It can be simply excuses such as the joy of seeing you without, or knowing they had a hand at hurting you. It can be them protecting you for a devastating broken heart, or loss of sense, self or money. I know how it feels to be heartbroken, forlorn, lamenting what the departure of what was so go, and being humiliated by those you trust. My life experience in emotional gains, losses, and everything in between aids my creative writing in giving short stories with real impact. While I can write it well, I shy away from swooning drama with the fainting hand and the man catching the woman whose eyes he pierces into only to know he has captured the essence of love herself. I rather write what actually happens, and have the reader know, that the writer understands real life. Still, I know people like the flowery soft petal art, and I may deliver some over-the-top form of it to amuse myself and sweep some people off their feet. The future can be random, and it's good to go with some flows.