I've often stated that I am not a die-hard romantic. I don't keep mementos, I don't get sentimental about places, possessions. I don't need flowers, chocolate, candy, or sweet words. And fantasies and dreams have a way of coming crashing down around me. But events of the recent past have had me rethink the notion of romance and what it means to be a romantic. And here’s what I came up with:
The belief that everything has purpose, a larger meaning than the profane.
The sense of a story - one’s own.
A state where everything is felt - deeply, consumingly, always.
Faith that things are meant to be; Or not.
Trust in goodness.
Hope for happiness; eternal optimism.
Lost causes and foolish quests; the strength to see them through
