Especially while watching a love-movie, there’s always emotion involved. I just found this piece of miniature-lore once somewhere in my mind, and it basically sums up the thoughts I’m currently enthralled with:
A romance is an imaginative story full of love and adventure.
But beyond the wonders of love and adventure, it is not just an imagination. It’s the miraclousness of a real relationship. And instead of reflecting only one view on only the romantic moments, for me it is a combination of both good and bad moments. Without either side, the romance would not have this special flavour that makes it unique. Now I’m facing the other side – being all alone with all these feelings… This experience is a powerful one. Not sure whether I’ll be sad or happy.