I know there's no such thing as the perfect man or the perfect romance, but dreams and hopes don't hurt as much as not having any. In any case, dreams are all moot when you meet someone who takes your breath away, and every little thing he does astounds you, even though he does nothing special, and no one can see yet why your heart races in his presence. Your ideal, your dream melts away, and who he is, just standing in front of you, ordinary and plain, is enough. Something in you looks at him and says "That's all I want. Nothing more."
Where wealth, beauty and status have no place and all you need is the very essence of him, for which what is on the outside is merely a worthless shell. Romance novels are dressed up stories of love, but it doesn't change what lies beneath, that there's someone who will make you want him for a lifetime.
And in this, I believe. That there's someone, even shorn of all the trappings that would mark him a prime catch, even devoid of any concept of romance, whom I can love for a lifetime.
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