First of all, I have to say that I am proud of myself for actually blogging today.
The virus from hell attacked yesterday and required my own retaliation via IV and much rest, but blogging regularly was one of my New Year’s resolutions, and I couldn’t give in and fail.
So…I decided to blog about something that’s been tossing around in my mind for a while now.
Just for the fun of it, I looked up the definition as told by Merriam Webster and was left wanting.
This is what they had to say:
For all of us who consider ourselves Hopeless Romantics, this is sad.
To me, romance is sweet. It’s adoration. It’s love at it’s best and most unselfish. Romance makes your heart pound, your eyes water, your skin tingle. It’s walks on the beach and kissing in the rain.
Romance is Wuthering Heights and Casablanca, The Notebook and Ghost.
When I think of ROMANCE, my brain doesn’t automatically flash to thoughts of sex or men wielding swords half naked as they race away with me on a wild horse.
I think of the sweet anticipation of a first love. That nervous flutter in the pit of your stomach. Remember that? Of course you do. Everyone experiences it at some point.
I think of a man crying as he tells you how much he loves you, how you are the most fun he’s ever had.
I think of an elderly couple, sharing their last days together, dancing to their song.
These things are romantic. They reach the soul. They make you FEEL.
Kind of like the following video….
Last week I was flipping through the channels on TV when I came across a new show called I Live To Dance. Now…being a child of the ’80’s…the decade of dance flicks…I had to stop and watch, and guess what I found?
A little romance.
This is a video of a young couple that danced that night and left me crying. I know…they’re babies…but innocent love is pure and heart wrenching and it reminds us all what love should feel like and to me, it was romantic. Maybe I was just overly hormonal that night, but these two were so precious, I knew I had to add them in a blog.
Take a look…
Sweet, huh? For me, these two exemplified everything new love is about..Insecurity, confusion, chemistry, desire, friendship…and most books involving a romantic relationship are about just that…new love, yet they somehow often leave out the newness of it.
Falling in love IS romantic.
So many books skip that part and I miss it when it isn’t there…the funny encounters…the excitement…the panic…the doubt…the playfulness…the getting to know one another. I could go on and on.
That’s what makes the reader fall in love with the characters. They know those experiences. They understand the awkwardness of new relationships.
I want to see the anticipation of someone falling in love, I want to see their weaknesses and their insecurities. This not only makes them human, but more endearing. It makes the reader relate to them.
But then again…this is my idea of romance, and I know it won’t be the same for everyone.
How about you? How do you define romance?