What happened to romance?

When did romance die, or has it ever existed outside my world of fiction? Why are husbands (or any men) so unromantic? Was Pushkin or Baudelaire that romantic in real life? Probably not, I guess they also suggested their wives to watch football when the kids spent an evening at grandparents’.

Maybe Juan Antonio (alias Javier Bardem) in Vicki Cristina Barcelona was right when he said “Only unfulfilled love can be romantic”. A few days ago a wonderful guy in moment of over 20 years’ old nostalgia wrote to me: “Remember the last night I drove you home? I just knew that now the woman of my life walked away .”

Vive l’amour inachevé if that’s all there is!