A warm Sunday afternoon

Chapter 1

"They lived happily ever after" Mel closed another romance book. She felt complete but also sad after reading this type of book. Maybe was because she never felt those type of emotions herself. Feeling your heart rates going up seeing that specific person, thinking about them so often that the idea of not seeing them hurts your soul. The need to touch and being near them.

Never in her 25 years on earth, Mel hasn't felt her heart pumping for anyone. She first thought maybe she was attracted to girls but as pretty, as they were, Mel didn't feel anything but friendship to them."Is she going to live her entire life alone": Mel thought to herself. These thoughts have been more often in her mind lately. Her friends, people she knows, people she doesn't know are getting married or having kids. Mel has never had a boyfriend or had any sexual experience. She never felt the need to get a boyfriend or girlfriend without having a crush or feelings for someone.Well, you don't really need to have feelings for someone to have sex with them but the thing is Mel didn't have the need or the desire to actually have intimate relationships. Mel has always felt that she is missing something and doesn't even know what that is. Everyone around here seems to know what that is, it infuriating to her. When she was a little kid it appeared that kind of love Mel saw in the movies was something only adults had the right to have and now that she was an adult herself romantic love and sexual attraction were a myth to her. I dint help her family and friends were asking more and more if she has someone in her life. That is why she loved romantic books so much, they could give to her a piece of this mysterious world of love. Her mom used to tell her all the time that her prince charming will come and will woo her, being a hopeless romantic herself and meeting her father at a young age, of course, she wanted her daughter to be the same hopeless romantic. This made Mel feel even more helpless because she wanted to have the same kind of relationship as her parents. Without this Mel felt like she was going to be a disappointment and worried was lacking in some ways.

But as she was sitting on her couch and sun rays were coming through her window on Sunday afternoon. Mel took a look at her apartment, it was a well-decorated one it gave a homey feeling. Her walls were decorated with photos of her and friends, her and her family, or her by herself while traveling. Mel took a look at her kitchen, the kitchen where she had baked so many desserts while her loved ones were cooking and laughing because of the stupidest things. At that moment her cat Choco came and sat on her lap, while patting Choco the memory of when Mel founded that little brown fur ball came to her mind.

Mel felt a warm feeling inside of her, her all body was buzzing and it was a good kind of buzzing. A feeling of reassurance came to her, one that she hasn't felt in years.

She didn't need to have a relationship with someone and was okay that she didn't feel romantic love because this is romantic love to her. Loving her happy days and her sad days. Mel doting family and badass friends.Her love for traveling, her soft spot that she has for her little furball, or her huge love for romantic books. Mel wasn't lacking she was complete and that was for sure such a euphoric feeling. Mel got from her couch, Choco following her, and went to her mini library.

"What do you say Choco, what should we choose next?"Mel asked her little furball as if Choco understood her, he waged his brown tail at "A winter's Tale" by Erica Turner.

"I have to say Choco that is an excellent choice," Mel said chuckling to her cat, took her book, and went to her couch, of course, her cat followed her. After Choco founded his comfortable place in her lap she opens her book and started another love story.