A nudge in the hip drives me from sleep and brings me to open my groggy eyes. Silvia, who sits on the sofa beside me, points her finger to the TV.

Oops. I fell asleep during the movie. Again. What was the last thing I saw… the intro?

I lift my eyes to the lit up screen, which now shows two people on a roof top…Stabbing? Are they-

Nope. Now they are kissing.

The knives are gone. The lips are 𝑜𝓊𝓉.

Dang that is some kissing.

What the—where the heck did she just get a sword?

WHY IS SHE TRYING TO STAB HIM AGAIN?

I look over to Silvia, who seems to be completely captivated by the incredibly confusing movie.

“What’s going on? Why is she trying to kill him? They were just kissing?” I ask, bewildered. She sighs in annoyance, before grabbing the remote to pause the movie. After she has paused it, she turns to face me so she can explain.

“You don’t get it… It’s enemies to lovers.”

“What does that even mean?”

“It means she hated him then she loved him…”

“But… wouldn’t it be lovers to enemies then? She kissed him 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃 tried to kill him… wait… no… she tried to kill him before the kiss too. So… what was the point of the kiss?” I question.

“Passion? What is the point of 𝓊𝓈 kissing, Leo?”

“…Us 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 to kiss…?”

“Exactly. They wanted to.” She says, as if it’s obvious.

“BUT THEY WANT TO KILL EACHOTHER.” I shout in confusion.

“NO THEY DON’T.”

“WHAT IS GOING ON THEN?”

“IT IS ENEMIES TO LOVERS.” She says again.

I’m done. I’m going back to sleep. Romance movies don’t make sense these days. Nor does my wife.