Romance is a universal language for women. After all, God's love for us, His sacrifice for us, is the greatest gift we can receive. Our human version is admittedly a pale version, but it's all we have, so we embrace it. Both in story and in life. It offers hope and the closest approximation to being loved unconditionally, though we as mere humans aren't capable of unconditional love -- we probably come closest as parents. : )
I'm in the process of searching out a cover for my new book, and it does have an element of romance in it, but that isn't the primary storyline. I came across this photo of Antonio Sabato, Jr. and his new bride in Kauai. Now, I have no idea who Antonio is, nor his bride, but the hope and joy in their faces reminds me why we love romance. Why we still believe in it, despite the world's desire to corrupt it.
My dad's cousin just celebrated her 57th year in marriage to her husband and the joy on their faces (didn't want to share it without her permission) shows me that love is the greatest gift God gives us here on earth. She posted this picture on Facebook the day of her wedding. My Nana is on the left (she was married for over 60 years to my Papa.) My godmother Mabel is in the center and she too was married to my Papa's brother forever until cancer took her. Who makes you celebrate romance?