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…because nerds like us are allowed to be unironically enthusiastic about stuff… Nerds are allowed to love stuff, like jump-up-and-down-in-the-chair-can’t-control-yourself love it. Hank, when people call people nerds, mostly what they’re saying is ‘you like stuff.’ Which is just not a good insult at all. Like, ‘you are too enthusiastic about the miracle of human consciousness’.

 
― John Green

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Stay with me, baby stay with me,
Tonight don’t leave me alone.
Walk with me, come and walk with me,
To the edge of all we’ve ever known.

I can see you there with the city lights,
Fourteenth floor, pale blue eyes.
I can breathe you in.
Two shadows standing by the bedroom door,
No, I could not want you more than I did right then,
As our heads leaned in.

Well, I’m not sure what this is gonna be,
But with my eyes closed all I see
Is the skyline, through the window,
The moon above you and the streets below.
Hold my breath as you’re moving in,
Taste your lips and feel your skin.
When the time comes, baby don’t run, just kiss me slowly.

Stay with me, baby stay with me,
Tonight don’t leave me alone.
She shows me everything she used to know,
Picture frames and country roads,
When the days were long and the world was small.

She stood by as it fell apart,
Separate rooms and broken hearts,
But I won’t be the one to let you go.

Oh, I’m not sure what this is gonna be,
But with my eyes closed all I see
Is the skyline, through the window,
The moon above you and the streets below.

Hold my breath as you’re moving in,
Taste your lips and feel your skin.
When the time comes, baby don’t run, just kiss me slowly.

Don’t run away…
And it’s hard to love again,
When the only way it’s been,
When the only love you knew,
Just walked away…
If it’s something that you want,
Darling you don’t have to run,
You don’t have to go …

Just stay with me, baby stay with me,

Well, I’m not sure what this is gonna be,
But with my eyes closed all I see
Is the skyline, through the window,
The moon above you and the streets below. (Don’t let go)
Hold my breath as you’re moving in,
Taste your lips and feel your skin.
When the time comes, baby don’t run, just kiss me slowly.

Oh, I’m not sure where this is gonna go,
But in this moment all I know
Is the skyline, through the window,
The moon above you and the streets below. (Baby, don’t let go)
Hold my breath as you’re moving in,
Taste your lips and feel your skin.
When the time comes, baby don’t run, just kiss me slowly.

— Parachute, Kiss Me Slowly

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I feel like I’m contractually obligated to do something about this. But here’s the problem: Most people have pretty strong feelings about Valentine’s Day, one way or the other. Personally, my level of apathy regarding this commercialized saint’s day could not possibly be higher. I don’t hate February 14th with the burning indignation of the bitter, single twenty-something. Nor do I wake up in pink pajamas expecting some poor dude to make me breakfast in bed.

That being said, I hang out with a lot of theatre people who have pretty much all hooked up with each other at some point and we manage to make it a fun day without getting weird.

Long story short: I don’t like romance as a rule. If you want me to get invested in a love story, it had better be compelling and impeccably well-written or it’s just going to piss me off.

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There are a few things I’ve learned about love in the process of writing:

  1. You can’t avoid it. And it’s not in your best interest to. A romantic subplot will have readers tearing through pages like nothing else. Why? I have no idea.
  2. It’s easy to overdose. When writing ‘love scenes,’ for lack of a better term, it’s difficult to avoid the sappy and the cliché. It doesn’t matter how sincere you are. It will look ludicrous if you take it one word too far.
  3. It’s as unique as every other aspect of a story. Too often we think of love as this big, abstract concept that’s the same for everyone. You fall in love, and if it’s mutual you live happily ever after. But no two relationships are the same, and love comes in all shapes and sizes. Sometimes yes, it’s mushy and Disney and wonderful. And sometimes it’s dark and suffocating and destructive. Love is not a fragrant pink miasma that hangs over everything. It is something specific and powerful that exists between two people. At least, it should be.

And to finish: Love, much like violence, cannot be frivolous. It must be there for a reason. If you write a love scene that doesn’t alter the course of the story in any way, it shouldn’t be there. It’s gratuitous. So for a love story to work it’s got to have a little gravity. Consider the greats: Les Mis, Gone With the Wind, Jane Eyre, Rebecca, Pride and Prejudice, Romeo and Juliet. What do they all have in common? The stakes are high. Life or death. Financial ruin. Civil war. Love can’t be the only thing you stand to lose. People fall in and out of love every day. There must be something more than that.

At least, in my humble opinion.

Thoughts? I’d love to hear them.

And in the meantime, I’ll leave you with one of my favorite quotes – unabashedly, powerfully romantic:

“I was at once content and stimulated with what I saw: I liked what I had seen, and wished to see more. Yet, for a long time, I treated you distantly, and sought your company rarely. I was an intellectual epicure, and wished to prolong the gratification of making this novel and piquant acquaintance: besides, I was for a while troubled with a haunting fear that if I handled the flower freely its bloom would fade – the sweet charm of freshness would leave it. I did not then know that it was no transitory blossom; but rather the radiant resemblance of one, cut in an indestructible gem.”

–Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

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