I suppose this is one reason why I can't read many romances.
So many of them end without a good reason for falling in love. Well, besides being horny. In fact, most of them are, "Well, I really hate you BUT, I want to pork you so I will stay with you anyway." It always makes me close the book thinking, "Six weeks after her wedding, Ambriella woke up besides Chesty, her husband, and said, "Oh dingdangity. It's worn off."