It doesn't matter if you're 7 or 77, it doesn't matter if you're in love or not, in a relationship or not, you root for romance, don't you? And it doesn't even matter if it is your own love story.
I'm curious to know if this happens to any of you, but to read about romance, listen to love songs, watch movies about love actually does something to my physical heart. I can personally feel a flutter in my chest. I think it releases some kind of good-feeling hormone (note the highly scientific explanation.)
It was when I was writing Hidden in Paris that I began to pay attention to this physical phenomenon. I cried when I wrote something sad, and laughed when( I thought) it was funny (seriously you'd be glad not to be in that room as I type, I'm a one woman show, I even talk to myself and call myself names) and when love came on, there it was, that tightening of the chest. Is it weird? Is it unique of me?
It's interesting how the puzzle of life is constructed and how wonderful it is when two pieces of that puzzle land in your hand and you're able to recognize that they belong together. Which is exactly what happened when I played matchmaker between a friend of my husband and Katy Allgeyer, who was a friend of a friend at time. I'm proud to say I saw love there before either of them even knew the other one existed. Love in fiction is good but love in real life is even better.
Katy has a really fun interview (--of me AGAIN?! :(( --No, but really read it it's great...) posted on her blog today, and some links to her 'matchmade' love story. Check it out. In the next few days I will write a new post about that Kathy does in life, which is very inspiring, you'll see.