…She’d Be a Hopeless Romantic
February 14, 2012 by Ben
I know a lot of people who’ve gone through a major breakup recently, or are just not digging being single and unattached, really hate Valentine’s Day. There are even people who have significant others but find the holiday dumb or trite.
I am not one of those people. I love Valentine’s Day and always have, but then I’m very much a hopeless romantic and a holiday dedicated to hopeless romanticism is right up my alley. It’s one of my life’s greatest ironies that I’ve hardly ever been with a partner on Valentine’s Day who appreciated romantic gestures… but yet I still hold out hope.
For me, love is what living is all about. When it comes to religious belief, I consider myself Agnostic, which I know some people consider a cowardly Atheist– someone too chicken to fully admit that there’s nothing after death. Me, I’m pretty sure there’s gotta be something there, something spiritual that we don’t understand, something that gives us this spark of life and intelligence that’s more than just the end result of collisions of random molecules over a millennium. I’ve always believed it, but having experienced the miracle of having children, of seeing them born and watching them grow, I’m convinced that it’s true. However, I’m also pretty sure that none of the major religions have “got it right” either. Thus, I’m truly Agnostic.
The closest thing that felt right to me was a theory I learned about in college, that our souls were all part of a force (God, what have you) that are put on this world to experience emotion while we live, and then to bring back those experiences– a recording if you will — back to that force when we die. It sounds weird… but yet it sounds *right* somehow. Emotions have such an impact on our bodies and our thoughts, while also being so nebulous, odd, irrational sometimes, they’re the “flavor” of life… and the very best flavor has got to be love. So, it’s my belief that we’re here to experience the flavor of life, and if the best flavor is love, then love is the ultimate reason for being here.
Is it becoming clear why I’m such a mushy hopeless romantic?
Now, I love letting someone know that I’m crazy about them, each and every day, whether it’s little things said and done daily or for the big events dedicated to love and giving like Valentine’s Day or Christmas. Even after time passes, and the rush and heat of the initial attraction and excitement is replaced by comfort, trust and stability, I think it’s important to keep that romance alive. Let your partner know she crosses your mind often, that you savor past memories and scheme future encounters. It ties into one of my early posts …She’d Be Compassionate… baby once in a while… think about me…
It makes me wonder… are Hopeless Romantics compatible? Does it create an awesomely mushy romantic loop or does it eventually collapse into annoyance? I’m not sure… I mean, My Ideal Woman might be a Hopeless Romantic, but since I’ve not really experienced that I might be hoping for something I’d be better off without
Mass romantic fool, separated by sheets when the curtain calls you,
speaking on the themes of stolen virtue
missing from the radio, radio
On Valentine’s Day, for more of my musings on love, check out:
I love this quote... but it's context is pretty nice too