How dare you assume that I’m unromantic?
I happen to like romance and romantic gestures. I can drive all the way out of town just to surprise someone. I like holding hands for no reason at all. I like doing things via candlelight. I can stare out into the sunset at the beach for hours, with someone beside me. Heck, we Pisceans practically swim on romance.
But if there’s one thing I hate, it’s being illogical. “A love that lasts forever”? “Infinite” is a mathematical, theological and philosophical concept. And nothing lasts forever. “Happy ever after”? That’s for fairy tales.
I believe one can work on a relationship so that it lasts “‘til Death do us part.” But Death still puts a definite period to the relationship. I also believe that if one really wants out, the best thing to do is to set one free. It takes two to tango, but if one wants to lambada instead, either you adjust and lambada too, or find a new tango partner.
Now, I will agree that there are those things that go beyond logic, that defy reason—certain cases of parental, specifically maternal, love for example. And I do acknowledge and appreciate those things. However, saying that “I will love you always” is not “defying” logic; it’s just wistful thinking. Feelings can and do fade. They may even transform into the complete opposite, as in the case when a loved one betrays you. Be careful of your promises; you just might end up eating your words. Until a love—and together with it, a couple’s individual maturity and resolve—is tried and tested, one can never really truly know for sure if it’s a love that will last ‘til Death do them part.
But still: the next time you want to label me “unromantic,” ask me first. Okay?