Romance novels have this weird reputation as being a 'female-dominated' space, but that's honestly such a shallow take. Some of the most tender, emotionally raw love stories I've devoured were written by men—Nicholas Sparks is the obvious example, but have you tried Adam Silvera's 'They Both Die at the End'? It wrecked me in the best way.
Then there's TJ Klune weaving queer fantasy romance with 'The House in the Cerulean Sea,' or Fredrik Backman's 'A Man Called Ove,' which hides a love story so deep it sneaks up on you. Even classics like Erich Segal's 'Love Story' prove men can write heartache just as well. The gatekeeping around romance baffles me—good writing transcends gender, and craving emotional stories isn't gendered at all.