I pick suicide. At least that way I kill romance with a bang instead of letting the flame slowly disappear.
You can have it. I am ready for a new, even more passionate kind of romance. A romance that conquers worlds and universes, not just a romance that conquers me.
It sounds like you guys weren't able to properly set boundaries of private space. I feel the same way as you frequently. Which is why I'm dying from lack of cuddling right now. Is there such a condition?