Romance is a thought, a word, an endless thing we all chase. With careeres and children and hectic shedules who has time. There should always be time for romance. There is so little of it left in our lives that we bring ourselves to pick up books in the supermarkets and hide them on our nightstands and read them before going to sleep at night. And then we dream of being the heroin of some lost time long ago. When shivelry was still alive and well and the men looked bronzed and more like gods. When passion came quick and uninterupted with just  a look or a gesture. We read on and dream what it would be like with the touch of his hand or the smell of his aftershave that stirs something deep inside us. Romance needs to make a come back so that we can all be that heroin waiting for her knight in shinning armour.