Romance

Romance.

Sometimes I think it is the most poorly defined word in society today, or perhaps the most under used.

Media portrays fit and fine people out dancing, drinking, and otherwise merry making.  The hot man manages to woo the sexy woman for a night of love making, and life goes on.  Maybe the relationship will continue, maybe it will end; but that depends on whether it is a movie or a tv show.

You could call this a romance, but it is also called a fling.  To fling is to throw away.  Children fling boogers.  I fling things out of my closet after deciding not to wear them.  Banana peels are flung into the garbage. 

No one needs to be treated like some one else's garbage.

Have some self respect and hold out for a real romance.

A real romance is like art.  It takes time and effort, mistakes are made, not everyone agrees what the final product should look like, and it lasts forever if properly perserved. Without constant effort the canvas becomes nothing more than a piece of trash.

Does it suck? Sometimes, yes.  If I ever figure out how not to wish I had a date on Valentine's Day or for Mr. Darcy to step out of the pages, I will be sure to let you know.  Heck, if you solve these problems tell me how!  But until then I plan to constantly remind myself that I deserve way more than to be some one else's garbage. God has much better plans for me (and you) than that!