The Romantic Can Be the Real

I am happy for those who still romanticize the world, though they look down on my for my tendency to realize it ("realize" being here an operative, to make real, for such must be its derivation.) Believe me, I want to romanticize, but I have learned that nothing is romantic, nothing is as we imagine. Nothing quite lasts the way that the romantic whole of a story or film lasts: on the bookshelf, collecting dust, rotting from within, but always able to recall as a unit, a sacred bubble of whole, completed romance. But I have always had a secret desire that the romance of life could realize itself...and somehow you are making that come true for me! I love you, Nick Kamm :)