Something wonderful happened when I pushed past my comfort zone and talked to a stranger in the farmers’ market.
We get all verklempt when a celebrity dies, more so when they commit suicide. And with good reason: it reminds us of our mortality. If these modern-day gods can die, so can we. But depression isn’t a disease of leisure or ennui. It’s a monster attacking ordinary people you know and love, right now, right this moment.
We shouldn’t be afraid to see romance in our fantasy, our sci-fi, our mysteries, our cookbooks (okay, maybe that’s too far). Romance is part of being human, and we should be embracing it, not boxing it into a corner.