I’ve never liked the phrase “hopeless romantic.”  That means romance is a hopeless task.  Shouldn’t it be “hopeful romantic” instead?  Why is love, and the desire for it, considered hopeless?  As Richard Bach once said, “Our soulmate is the one who makes life come to life.”  Why is that hopeless?  Shouldn’t we all be hopeful about love?

The Last Great Romantic by Vettriano