I, like many men believed being romantic was fine wine and dinners, flowers and manners, conversations of dreams and family faith and careers basically putting on a show until you seal the deal then what? 50-60 years of a constant decline in the “love” you promised, little by little the drifting apart happens and either one of you are able to bring it back together. I myself realized I lied to my first wife as she did I because we believed our marriage would last, it did, 10 years towards the end we wanted to kill each other. I would spend the next 15-20 years learning what I did wrong why it went wrong and how to correct it. I started by looking deep inside myself to find what I really wanted out of life, my path was limited by past mistakes that followed me through life, but I was able to find my true self and in the process found someone who loves me as much as I love myself and her and it’s been an amazing experience, we definitely lift one another up, we’re always aware of each other so much so that we can be our true self without judgement. We burp, fart blow our noses and every other human behavior in front of each other happily. For me that is romance that will last our entire life.