There’s a story here somewhere. Mine, his, ours, the never. Maybe writing the ending for us. His tall body in the distance. His arms around her waist. His eyes glowing with happiness. The certainty and the courage: the man I knew he was deep down. Its time to walk away.
Another romantic fifty. Its really hard to put together a romance. How to make it so that its not sappy and formulaic. Its not that its a bad thing because a great romance has passion, intensity but at the same time, there’s the unrequited love and the loves that just never work. Its just timing and fate working against each other. Maybe it doesn’t always need a happy conventional ending because sometimes, thats just reality.
So, the question today is: What makes a great love story to you? What element does it have?