“Love is involuntary…” “Romance is voluntary…” These two profound statements entails enough stuff to stimulate our private thoughts for a scintillating public discourse, and while doing so, we are greatly susceptible, and are bound to go out of course as we are dealing with the “sense of love” and the “sensibility of romance”, though we are genuinely attempting to do so with the subject without any “pride and prejudice…” Making sense of love, defies the contours of common sense. Breaking the pride to build the space for romance is defining.