About three months ago I was sitting on a couch, listening to a couple of my friends discuss the idea of marriage. Neither of them took what could be called a “traditional” view on the subject and it was probably mere moments before I began raining my Catholic opinion down upon them like the ten plagues of Egypt.
I’ve never understood the term “hopeless romantic.”
I always thought it sounded like a bit of an oxymoron. Romance was exciting. It was intimate. It was creative and at times, it was deeply challenging. Romance was a lot of things. But it was not hopeless.