Posted: Mar 3, 1859 9:08 PM

Often, I see men and women at night, pacing up and down the streets, contemplating the true meaning behind romance. When asked, they say “we were supposed to be forever,” “we were the perfect match,” “when did I go wrong?” What nonsense they say! Romance is never meant to last. There is no such thing as a “perfect match.” Those who say they are have only begun their first real romance. It can only be a matter of a few months before the man tires of the woman or the woman discovers her dissatisfaction and leaves the man. They regret the entire ordeal just to seek another partner just to repeat the same mistakes. But it is wrong to regret the ending of a romance. I believe that it is rather poetic, rather artistic to end a relationship in tragedy. The most lyrical of romances are those that end with devastating heartbreak, one which either leaves the man desperate and confused or the woman lost in a sea of emotion. Watching these alluring tragedies happen can be as pleasurable as listening to a beautifully played sonata. It is hard to disagree that the worst ending to a romance is one where both partners lose interest in each other. It is impossible to find heartbreak in this scenario as man and woman both understand that they are reaching the end of their routine. While both persons leave with little to no harm, the art of romance is not present. I’d like to argue that neither ever enjoyed each other’s presence. True romance does not last forever. Rather, it ends in great catastrophe, just as in the tragic love stories that we all read about. Romance is an art form. It defines modern living. It defines life.