Just say when, I'd play again

On romantic masochism

Oh, delicious romantic drama — the all-you-can-eat buffet we all take guilty pleasure in. Those who partake swear they hate it, would rather have anything but it, rant on repeat to every listening ear, cry to their friends, analyze, scheme, spiral deeper into despair, until their friends get sick of it, they get sick of hearing themselves talk, and yet …