A romance novel focuses exclusively on two people falling in love. It can't be about a woman caring for her aging mother or something like that. It can have that element, but it has to be primarily about the male-female relationship.

And no one drank just one shot of tequila.

....both had learned that everything could change in an instant, and that the heartfelt vows of people in love were fragile words that, once shattered, could cut so deeply you'd bleed forever.

Lately he'd been seen going out less and less, becoming that strangest of animals in a small town: a loner.

Their friendship was more important than any relationship. Guys would come and go; girlfriends were forever.

If I have learned anything in this long life of mine, it is this: in love we find out who we want to be; in war we find out who we are.

Memories are who we are. In the end, that's all the luggage you take with you. Love and Memories are what last.