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Romance is a heavy word, as is love. To me they don't exist. Something I look for does not exist. It's all an illusion. I read romance in novels. The man is of course beautiful. He has a haunting past and you mean the world to him. He loves you more then life, and he does everything to make you happy. He writes poetry and every word he says to you is meaningful. His words are strong and deep. When you look into his eyes you see a world you want to be part of. HIs touch is comforting, sexually, warm, friendly. His voice is rich and you get goosebumps. He fights for you and every day he has to talk to you. He sends you secret gifts. BUt is there such a man. Do I want anything else? Why does no one see me as a beautiful person, why can't they look into my eyes and see the sorrow. But they just smile, or miss me completly. They call me names. But as I look in the mirror I try to say that I am just as great as the others. Am I not beautiful? My flowing hair, my blue eyes. Sure I can't sing, I'm not skinny as a twig, I don't wear makeup. But I have more feelings then those girls. True love, it does not exist. I have no heart because It has been broken too many times. If I dodn't have a heart I would not feel pain, suffering, depression. As much as I try to bury my heart I still feel it beat.