Again he raised an eyebrow, this time extremely displeased with her answer. He knew that kind of love was rare; look at the divorce rates in the United States. He sighed and shook his head. “This kind of love can happen to real people, it doesn’t have to just be in stories. And even if he did make this poem up, it had to come from somewhere. If it was just his idea about love then where did he get the idea? There has to be some truth to it. People that just make stuff up for the hell of it aren’t going to sell. It has to be something you’re passionate about, something you believe in.”
He laughed a bit. He hoped she didn’t think he was preaching, his own love life was far from perfect. But he had his ideals. Where did they come from then. His parents? Perhaps, but he didn’t care much for either of them.
He smiled softly at the girl trying to make his tone less excited and more ‘normal.’ “You are too young anyway to have such negative thoughts. You can’t stop giving it a chance you know? And even if it’s scary, it has to be worth it, because love like that when it hits you it has to be the most wonderful thing in the world.” He shrugged. “I’d risk it.”