It's not quite normal when a single world revolts in my mind to the point I feel inspired enough to write about it, but it happened. Since last week the word has been picked up several times by my ears -which should have been hearing music instead- and so began the debate. The debate went on night and day; even when I was sleeping I could hear myself making a fuss about it; It would not matter where I was, it did not matter with who I was, the debate was being held non-stop and I was the host, the least I could do was take part in and make conclusions.
Whenever I saw something be categorized/tagged/described with the word, I did nothing but fall into denial and reject whatever was being offered to me. Be it a movie or a book, it doesn't quite matter. As it became normal, the word romance's always got to do with fights and the impractical love we've all seen in movies, something that's cloying, sickish and discomforting. It makes perfect sense, why would anyone NOT reject something like