I sometimes feel a bit suffocated by the cliches that surround me, telling me what romance is, and how to prove that you love someone. Flowers here, grand gestures there, and it all gets far too plastic and impersonal. Tonight though, coming back from a friends house, I got the bus, and getting on it, a smell of vomit washed over me. I sat down, and noticed a girl sat, with her head between her legs, moaning, as her boyfriend/husband massaged her back. She was shouting/mumbling and at one point she said 'I've pissed myself, leave me alone, go and find the pretty girls' to which he replied 'Why would I do that? I'm with the girl I want right now'. To which she vomited some more, and started crying. Now THATS love.