Steamy pages of romance trash


I am a reader, so I live the book visually. Every character has a face and the world is real. I am discussed at myself, for all the fantastic books available, I read gay steam romances.

I am in a bit of funk of late, normal when considered that my first relationship ended recently and I am still processing it. So in all fairness, be warned that what follows is soppy and should be taken with a pinch of reality and appropriate roll of the eyes…

As I was reading last night, way later than what is good for productivity on a weekday, crying for the characters it dawned on me why I can’t stop reading this romantic, unrealistic, almost always perfect trash. I FEEL. I want in my mind that irrational, weird and stupid feeling of the people in the book. So as they experience love and hardship, I root for them and I get emotionally invested in them and I want for them to find a happy ending. So I cry when they are sad and I laugh for their stupid antics but really, secretly I wish it was my tale…

So why the funk last and the loneliness feels thick and insurmountable I will stick with the hopeless romance trash, in the hope that one day there will be a happy ending…

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