can ever love) - what remains of it
- knows full well that love is but a dream, so it fights to adapt itself
to the dream. It does not follow love through to completion in the real
world so as not to spoil the fantasy, and the ideal. The romantic and
idealistic spirit knows that an unconsummated love is better than a
shattered one; it allows room for hope, expectation, and dreams. More
than this love can never be. Ultimately, the only way the truly romantic
spirit can succeed is through death or separation. In other words,
failure.
For example, if I ever do approach a woman, I will not ask her for some
small favour or concession, but will immediately ask for and expect
everything. I do not ask for a date, but for the entirety of her love
for all time. This she will never grant, and I never ask twice - so I
live to fight another day. One doesn't wish to get so close as to have
to speak of something other than love; not close enough to kiss.
But my biggest failing is not my ego, its rare knowledge, prides, and
sensitivities; it is my pure wisdom. For my wisdom debars any success