Over the past month I have had conversations with friends and colleagues about what Romance was to them and if they saw themselves as romantic people. I engaged in fruitful conversations about some of their past experiences, what they saw as “being romantic”, where they see their romantic lives going and what they hope for it to be in the future.
In one such conversation I found myself being annoyed because the conversation drifted into talk about, whether there is a true single soul mate and the influence of media on expectations and depictions of romance. There I realised I hadn’t set my definition of what Romance with a capital R is within the boundaries of what I am exploring. I naively thought Romance was a collective term that we all understood to be the same thing but I am going to more clearly state here what I mean when I say Romance, for my own benefit and that of you the reader who has come across this.
The Romance I am talking about is Eros, erotic love – the love that is caused by Cupid’s arrow. Love that is similar in its being to death – you leave your body due to an unexplained magical force.
The Romance I am talking about is that which can only be felt, it is beyond Biblical in proportion and just as divine in its calling pushing one to its mystical worship.
The Romance I am talking about is so coveted by others that it drives them to dangerous mania, create epic works, wage war.
The Romance I am talking about is a light so bright that the shadows it casts only bring more radiance to the whole.
Sherry Ning writes: “Both death and falling in love are about losing a grip on reality, leaving this world and entering the ethereal. Like death, we describe a soul in love as being escorted away by angels to a better place.”
Xavierverse 