Photo Source: PublicDomainPictures.net I’ve always been a hopeless romantic––obsessed with this all-consuming, selfless, forever kind of fairytale love. The kind that makes you stay up all hours of the night talking on the phone in hushed whispers to that special person that helps you feel weightless. The kind that makes you text emoji stories and gifs and memes back and forth all day long. The kind that our parents teach us exists. Watching my favorite show...

Photo Source: Max Pixel I’ve never been skilled in the department of love or romance. Which is weird, considering I’m a self-proclaimed hopeless romantic. While we’re at it, I’m a writer of Young Adult romance novels. My bookshelf and Blu-ray collections are filled with stories of destined love, doomed love, brief love, sexual love, awkward and quirky love, sick love, you name it. From John Hughes to John Green and shows like One Tree Hill to You’re the Worst , I’m obsessed with the...

Photo Source: Media.defense.gov I’m going to say something I haven’t been able to say out loud before: I have an addiction. I am a lover of food who loves other lovers of food in the act of loving their food. There is nothing sexual about this; I love watching people eat things I forbid myself to consume. It’s a quirk that any of my friends or coworkers can attest to, with much eye-rolling. Now, one would think there has to be some kind of Freudian explanation for this, and they...