I am a hopeless romantic. I see elderly men open doors for their wives, or help their wives into their coats, and I wish that for myself. i've been in a relationship for three years with the man that I am going to marry. I firmly believe that chivalry is dying, but it's hard not to wish that for yourself sometimes. I can tell you though that romance isn't getting flowers, finding a card on your desk, being surprised with dinner. Romance is all about understanding. We finish each others sentences, we love doing things together, and even though we fight sometimes, we never go to bed angry. While it is nice to think about nice gestures, and daydream about getting flowers, I am happy being with somebody that tries just as hard as I do to work on our relationship, and spend our lives together.