Not a definition but a story.
In a quaint coastal town, where the scent of the sea mingled with the whispers of romance, lived Shantey, a young artist with a heart yearning for adventure. Her days were filled with strokes of paint and sketches of dreams, but deep inside, she longed for a love story that would rival the masterpieces she created. She was a young writer, a lover of words, and often collected empty canvases in her home, hoping to fill them with love stories that she so heavily desired. On a beautiful Sunday morning, the sunlight spilt over the cobblestone streets as she walked along the seine. On a quest to find a new romantic book, she walked into her favourite bookstore and was met with a sound of sublime tapestry woven with brilliance, emotion, and timeless elegance. She always loved Mozart. She thought his music evoked profound joy, tender melancholy, exuberant exultation, and everything in between. She felt at home. Her heart danced with melodies of grace, fluidity, and complexity. As she danced in her own little world, she stumbled into an old portrait of a tall, dark man resembling the protagonist of the journal she had picked. His piercing eyes held a glimmer of recognition as if he had been waiting for her, seeking his long-lost love. As she gazed into his eyes, Mark, a tormented soul cursed to wander through time, gazed into hers, and an undeniable connection sparked, and their souls recognised each other across centuries. Minutes turned into hours and hours into grains of sand as they embarked on a journey of romance. A symphony of passion and vulnerability as they unravelled the layers of their intertwined hearts. As the last page of the journal turned, their family rejoiced, for their love had rewritten the true definition of romance forgotten. Fireworks illuminated the sky, mirroring the sparkle in their eyes as they declared their eternal love. And so, in that coastal town, where the scent of the sea mingled with the whispers of romance, Shantey and Mark found their happily ever after, forever etched in the pages of their love story and forever painted in the canvases of her heart.
~ Shantey Moabelo, 25
Unfinished Rooms 