As a writer in the Romance genre, I hope I’ve achieved a warm toasty feeling by the time I type the words ‘The End’. I think it’s the goal of every Romance writer to have that aww shattering, all consuming feeling of love fill not only their books but in the hearts and minds of those who read our books. If not, I seriously doubt we’d make it past the first book.
Still, it’s kind of hard to reconcile trying to break reality into a book that barely lasts the span of a few days. Love rarely, if ever works that way, or that quick. Love is a slow gradual process. True, lust is both quick and all consuming. Some people may disagree with me, but lust is the beginning of love. Our minds respond to something, who knows what, in the opposite sex. Synapses fire and our brains are locked onto the physical aspects of a person. Our mouths water with the expectation of meeting and ultimately consummating all the things running through our brains. But, lust is far from love. Lust is the outward expression of the animalist side of our humanity. Because, at our basic core we are reasoning animals.
The reasoning part is where love blossoms. We see what we want in a person standing before us, but if John Hughes taught us anything, it’s that want does not necessarily equal need. As humans our wants often lead to ruin. Luckily, we are not totally ruled by our impulsive animal instincts. Sure, we act on them most of the time, but more times than not, we exit the lust stage of love rather quickly. Lust fades. Love doesn’t. No, love evolves past the physical to a deeper emotion.
But first we have to get to love. Like I said, lust rapidly fades, but it burns bright and is a hard thing to shake. Again, this is where having higher brain functions come in. As the heat of lust dwindles, we begin to see the object of our emotions in a new light. Aside from spicing the horny portions of our brains, do they fulfill other requirements to give us a happy life? Are they trustworthy? Can I see myself being with this person for the rest of my life? Are we compatible outside the sheets? Heck, are we truly compatible between the sheets? Most importantly, do we share enough of the same values to stand the sight of each other when the times get tough?
The last one is the kicker. Lust doesn’t play well with tough. It’s all about immediate gratification. Times get tough. Oops, look, she, or he, looks hot. Let’s go see if we got a chance there. See, not really the best of emotions. Love on the other hand thrives on tough. It is where love grows best. Tough drives people together. It bonds them like nothing else will. If two people really have ‘that’ connection, nothing will drive them apart. Lust won’t make that connection. Only true love can.
Love at its core, is a virus. Yeah I just said that, and I meant it. Love totally fills a person like a really bad disease. It courses through every fiber of a person until nothing is left but love. My statement in no way means love is easy. Love is hard. It demands everything you have, but is so worth it. Love gives you something nothing else will. It gives you another person, who would die for you. Who cries when you cry. Hurts when you hurt. Grows old with you, because they can’t see life any other way.
As a Romance author it is up to me, to compact this long process into a few thousand words. What in reality takes months, years, to take place, I, and others in the same genre, must condense it down into a single book, which is impossible and truly unrealistic. Love might get a kick start in a few days, but never really takes hold that quickly. Still, we attempt to make it believable. Our success or failure is judged by our skill at believing it ourselves. I might not believe in Vampires or Werewolves, but I do believe in the miracle of two people finding each other and growing to love one another. Don’t doubt that it’s a miracle, because anything bringing happiness into reality is miraculous. It’s also the greatest gift in the world.
All that said, it is an honor to be an author that brings the gift of love to life for others. Why do I write? Because, ultimately, I love making other people happy.