In all the romance movies and books, even the sad endings are heavily romanticized. Titanic. Beautiful, sappy love story? Yes. However, the scene close to the end, after the ship has gone down and they’re floating in the freezing water, there is a rather odd conclusion. Rose wakes up to find Jack dead. She says her teary goodbye, and lets him go. He sinks to his watery grave. Minutes later, she’s dodging frozen floating bodies to get to a lifeboat that came back for survivors. Logically though, his sinky-ness must have been why they couldn’t both have floated on the door.

To be honest, I never was interested in romance stories. They've always made me a little sick to my stomach. And seeing people in real life madly in love was even worse. I knew it was all a sham. No one ever meets in a foggy field at dawn with romantic music playing (as in Pride and Prejudice), without tripping over a rock, stepping in mud, or having bugs try to fly up your nose. First kisses are hardly ever the kind you see in the movies. How can you not be conscious of your pizza breath? Or his? Or that your stomach is reeling, and despite the fact that you've had a great time with the guy, you really just want to go home and make a mad dash to the toilet? They just don't mention such things. Nevertheless, I found myself waking up from another one of those fleeting glimpses of a perfect world where happily-ever-after is real, and the screen doesn't fade to black when they kiss.