I’ve been reading romances lately, and a thought struck me. It’s comforting and even jealousy-inspiring to read of burning hot relationships and declarations of undying love, but in reality? Maintaining a relationship like that would be absolutely freaking exhausting! It’s an interesting reminder of the realities of relationships, and that holding up romance fiction as some sort of ideal is a really bad idea.

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