I write about love, but I've never experienced it. Sure, I've been with guys that I cared about. Even thought I found 'the one'. He turned out to be the frog and not the prince. A few Frank Sinatra songs and a wildly handsome cowboy who calls me Darlin', will have me second guessing everything I ever thought I knew about love. Does happily ever after really exist . . . or is it only something I write about in books?