There was once a person, who was a hopeless romantic. This person was an ardent believer in romanticism. Romanticism has very little to do with things popularly thought of as "romantic," although love may occasionally be the subject of Romantic art. One day this person thought of building a house with much determination and confidence, of course along with the help of another special person. It has been four years and they still have some work remaining to be done. All the rooms have been painted, there is beautiful hardwood floors, solid mahagony furniture, folding french doors and windows and an unbeatable front porch. No roof however atop this gorgeous house. But the romantic one, is eager to at least discuss the possibility of building a roof---you know like gather the roof materials. But the other special person won't even discuss the roof. The special person expressed that there lies the intense and sincere intent to build the roof for sure someday but just not yet. Today, the romantic, in a very hopeless state of mind is staring out the window---reminiscing the times and wondering why roof talk is forbidden....
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