A year ago at my wedding, my maid of honor said I was a "hopeless romantic". So very true. And with marriage, I am sorry to say I have become even more enthralled with all things romance. My poor husband. Always trying to live up to the fictional ideals of Austen, Kingsbury, and Disney. And yet, they get my heart every time. I think it is just ingrained in some women, the need to be forever romanced. To be constantly swept off ones feet. Fresh flowers every week. Hidden smirks and a brush of fingers. True unquenchable love, with a bit of lust tossed in there as well. Ah romance. At least I married a man as dashing as all the other greats of fiction. I have thought many a time of writing a book with him as the hero. Someday maybe.

Music feeds the soul. Especially that of a romantic. Sure, I like my Backstreet Boys best and Howie Day is also a favorite. But when in a romantical mood, strings. Lots of string all building up to the crescendo and then a moment of silence. The kiss. The look. The sigh. Breath being caught in one's throat. And then, the gentle violins release the feelings we all know so well, love. Nothing beats good instrumentals. Those truly are my favorite soundtracks. They offer so much popular singers or bands can't. Timeless.

Oh to capture pure love. True romance. Devoted lust.

Pitter patter. Pitter patter. *sigh*.