I’ve been called short before, and a lot of other names, too, that I’d rather not recall.
Nobody’s perfect.
But now that I’m all grown up (debatable), if you are going to call me a name, let these words roll off your tongue:
That girl is a hopeless romantic.
That’s a nomenclature I hold in the highest esteem.
I find the terminology particularly flattering, for in doing my research on what it means to truly be a HOPELESS ROMANTIC, these are the findings:
- Hopeless Romantics are NOT hopeless. Not at all. They tend to be very true, caring, and loving people.
- They believe in passion, chivalry, and true love.
- The are in love with love.
- They tend to believe in fairy tales and happy endings.
- They have most likely loved intensely at one point in their life (minimum), discovered that heart-stopping, mind-tingling love, and can’t understand why it was not returned in the same fashion.
- They are dreamers, idealists, and sincere.
- They expect a full return of love for their efforts and caring nature—to be loved as much as they loved. (Cue Edgar Allan Poe’s lines of poetry: “We loved with a love that was more than love.”)
- They can be let down in the long run, even though they gave all they had to give, which might include money, love, time, housing, or belongings.
- Hopeless Romantics give 100% all the time, and hope for the same in return.
Ruffles and romanticism.
My own father has told me that I think life is like living in a magazine. He’s also said, “Life isn’t like Sex and the City.” I have been known to, on occasion (okay, almost every day), wear rose-colored glasses. And I favor quite feminine clothing, preferably with ruffles and softness…also harkening back to the period of romanticism.
I will say it proudly today as I sit here editing and reworking bits of my forthcoming novel, which does, undoubtedly, have romance in it:
My name is Stephanie, and I’m a HOPELESS ROMANTIC.
Are you?
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