Have you ever had that incredibly wonderful feeling of thinking that you knew just what your loved one wanted or needed at a particular time? And then acting on that thought even though there was a little part of you that was worried you might be rebuffed? And then, after taking that chance and risking your ego/heart, having them respond to you with a lovely sigh of relief, a loving smile and a rush of love flowing back at you that almost knocks you over because it fuels your feelings of pride, delight and satisfaction because you “got” them. You “read” them and “knew” what they wanted. You were right. You were able to take care of someone who matters so much to you, even if it was just for a moment or two, or twenty. It’s bliss. It’s a high. It’s addicting.
I experienced a moment like that this week. Days later, I am still floating on the high of it. It is the moment I return to in my mind to lift my spirits at least once a day. It’s so pleasurable that I would like to think it will be one of the moments I remember for the rest of my years.
Oh, did I mention that I am unpartnered these days? And that this incredible blessing of love given and received was not within the context of what most people would call a romantic relationship. Yet, the moment was in my mind absolutely beautiful and classically romantic.
Picture yourself in a darkened movie theater watching an emotionally dramatic movie. You look over at your beloved and see them fidgeting, struggling to maintain interest in the rather slow moving film. You realize they need some physical touch, affection and love to calm them and relax them. You take a chance and whisper, “Come closer. Why don’t you sit on my lap and snuggle with me?” In almost shock, you watch as she gets out of her seat and joins you in yours, tucking her head on your shoulder and nuzzling your neck. You can’t believe that your ten year old granddaughter who is only a few inches shorter than you, is on your lap, absorbing every bit of the boundless love you have for her and your heart is about to burst right out of your body because it is crazy full even though it is pouring love out as fast as it is taking it in.
If this pure unabashed, unexpected showing of love isn’t an example of true, classical romance… I don’t know what is. No wonder I am a hopeless romantic!
Merriam Webster’s Definition
1: consisting of or resembling a romance
2: having no basis in fact : imaginary
3: impractical in conception or plan : visionary
4a: marked by the imaginative or emotional appeal of what is heroic, adventurous, remote, mysterious, or idealized 4b: often capitalized : of, relating to, or having the characteristics of romanticism 4c: of or relating to music of the 19th century characterized by an emphasis on subjective emotional qualities and freedom of form; also : of or relating to a composer of this music
5a: having an inclination for romance : responsive to the appeal of what is idealized, heroic, or adventurous 5b: marked by expressions of love or affection 5c: conducive to or suitable for lovemaking
6: of, relating to, or constituting the part of the hero especially in a light comedy