On The Possible Death of Romance
But whilst I tie words together in a particular fashion at times, or drift away to distant worlds with lulling music, I am a firm believer in actions not over-coated sugary sentiments, and the more selfless the more genuine. I am known to do ‘stupid things’ for people at certain times, but these have not been limited to lovers. And I believe that showing them off is presumptuous, which is why I rarely talk about what I have done in the past. The curious will have to wait patiently and decide for themselves.
For me, it’s not a case of listing your accomplishments hoping to win somebody’s favour, or constantly fabricating ‘romantic scenarios’ because this would be contrived and potentially confuse the reality of one’s feelings.
The essence of a true romantic does not lie just in waltzing away to the Blue Danube or indulging in candle-lit dinners for two. Romantics often display their abilities in all elements of life – burning through adversity, courageously breezing past obstacles, washing away somebody’s pain simply by holding their hand, or planting their humility firmly in the ground where others brashly claim the spotlight.
Some of us may not consciously make time for romance the way others see it, but sometimes the simplest, most innocent gesture will be worth more than all the glasses of wine or sunsets we could share.
Romance is magic – that certain something you can’t always put to words. The impulsive spark that surprises you when you least expect it.
Ultimately, romance speaks for itself. And it is certainly not dead.
Anybody who wishes to challenge me on that is welcome to place their bets…




