20 January 2020
I love romance. I loved it long before I ever fell in love, and romance narratives served as a kind of template for my own early love-affairs. I filled out diaries with imagined meet-cutes between my crushes and me, assigning them lines I had read some other, more sophisticated love interest say. All romance narratives are, on some level, a story about two people coming to a profound understanding of each other over time, and as an adolescent who wanted desperately to be seen, there was nothing more delicious to me.