I just wanna say, that I'm sorry about the sudden drop in productivity on my part. Just letting you know, I haven't given up, or quit. Give me just a minute or two of your time, I'm going to try and make you understand. This is mostly about me, so you'll probably want to skip it if you're not that fussed.
Now, I'm a shipping writer, and if public opinion is to be believed, a good one at that. I get the odd comment or note now and then as a result, asking me what I'd define love as, hell, even had one person ask for tips on how to find it.
It may shock you to learn that this supposed master of romance has never really had any. Sure, one night stands aplenty, but someone who wants to commit? It's rare indeed that I come across that sort of person.
And so, when someone did come along, someone as sappy as me, with the same bleeding-heart approach to love and affection, I found myself hesitant. We talked for a long time in comments, for a few months, in fact. While I aim to answer everyone