Romance, never a mere circumstance, must be at least a verb;
better though that it be a series of verbs–a pattern, a timeline, a habit: one’s persistent proclamation that life matters,
and that grief, however grievous,
stirs, in the romantic,
but greater resolve to live with purpose;
purpose which befits the manifest majesty of the world.
Love then always, despite (and as the grandest respite from) the slights, perils, and even tragedies of life.
-Adolf Hitler, in the year 1919, sent from the front lines of World War 1.