“So this is love…so this is what makes life divine. I’m all aglow,and now I know. The key to all heaven is mine. My heart has wings, and I can fly. I’ll touch every star in the sky. So this is the miracle, that I’ve been dreaming of… So this is love.” (Cinderella)
should love accompanied by ringing bells, flashing signs, goosebumps and butterflies in your stomach? or white smoke perchance?
if it isn’t should we be alarmed?
should it make you feel as if you are on Cloud 9…wherever that may be or as if your heart is dancing to a thousand and one beats?
if it doesn’t should we run and hide and pray to the heavens above and to all the saints for a sign?
or are those just romantic whatnots that the old romantics had conjured up just to add spice to their tales of love?
are Judith McNaught, Jude Deveraux and Julie Garwood part of some sinister sisterhood that hatches romantic plots to make us believe that all those once in a lifetime-happy every afters-prince charmings and soulmates?
if not…what does it mean? if not…what should one do?
Nash: Alicia, does our relationship warrant long-term commitment? I need some kind of proof, some kind of verifiable, empirical data.
Alicia: I’m sorry, just give me a moment to redefine my girlish notions of romance