Eureka

O finally figured out why I read so much romance novels.
Love, the really good, curl your toes, spin your world on end, heart stopping,  tingling skin, soul mate, kind of love is something I'm pretty sure I'll never experience.
The only way I'd be brave enough to even try is by reading about it.
By living it through someone else's eyes. Especially a fictional person.
This knowledge about myself makes me really sad at how jaded, shy, guarded I've become.