Where have all the good men gone? Chased away, never to return. What happened to all the women? Nothing left but empty shells of the proud and beautiful creatures they once were.
Where can true love be found? Are there none left who still believe in its power?
Legend has long told of a force, a supernatural presence that imbibes the world we live in with a kind of magic. That makes us hope. Makes us dream. Makes us feel that life is more than a wearisome struggle for daily survival.
From the deepest recesses of our hearts we dream of finding our other half. A person who is everything we are, yet also everything we are not. A love to share our path until the end of days, to share every thought, every breath, every desperate aching of our poor, twisted little hearts. A kindred soul to adore with every ounce of force in our spirit, and receive tenfold in return. This paradise, this nirvana, this most perfect spiritual state of existence open to us mere mortals, this was all we ever sought to achieve.
Gone are the hopes of yesterday. Faded are the aspirations of finding true romance. Crushed are the tortured longings to be one with another soul. What do they now reach for? Mediocrity. Shallow companionship. A lover without love. A sad contradiction in terms.
Reach for the stars no more. Climb the tallest mountain never again. Conquer the world entire not even in dreams. Abandon any and all hope of reaching the true fulfillment of human purpose, of approaching transcendence. Of nearing God Himself. Of truly being.
For they have all relinquished hope. They have fallen, struck down on love’s battlefield, and have lost the war over the human soul. Those who once bore the proud standard of true romance are scattered to the four corners of the Earth.
Am I the last romantic?