When
romance seems (operative word here is 'seems') to die, don't mourn it.
Celebrate it. It means that there is a deeper love to experience beyond
mere romance -- and that you've finally grown mature enough to see the
wondrous truth of that fact. Then enjoy the surprise when youthful
romance pops back into your life from time to time to pay a visit when
you can relish it without becoming dependent on it it as the viable "proof" of a relationship. It's like suddenly getting your full sight when you've been partially blind all your life. Suddenly you can see the sky and the stars but can't fully explain them to people who still just see spots and blurs and think that's the end-all, be-all of actual vision.
Just a little something I've been thinking about lately.
