I love romance because it gives us what we don’t want in real life. In reality we can find a good book that we really like amd we read it over and over. We always know the ending. We always know how they get back together, but in fiction it ends at the last page when the hero and the herione come together and admit there feelings and ride off into the sunset.
We’re smart enough to know that’s not how it works in the real world. In the real world then wedding costs too much. The in-laws don’t like us. The significant other is all we ever wanted and yet not enough. In real life everything we have isn’t enough. Money doesn’t make us happy and neither does love. It’s a not a simple moment of knowing that we’re with the one we love. We usually figure that what it is about love when he/she dies.
There’s your happy ending.
A romance ending ends a the best possible moment but you don’t know about the fights that follow that. You don’t see the almost divorce or the accident that comes six months after the marriage. The uglyness that follows and that’s the way it’s suppose to be. If we wanted that then we could just be happy with how our own love lives turn out.
