Return of Romance

The thing no one told me is, romance always entails grief. Always. No tears, no romance.

Let’s start with a familiar story. A leader arose whom some people believed would change to world. She seemed to emerge from nowhere, and traveled the land drawing followers. Inspiring them. Making them believe that by loving and caring for one another, they could overcome the problems arising from their petty, selfish perspectives. Her stature grew, and the leader seemed poised on the edge of success when suddenly it all fell apart. One of the leader’s most trusted followers betrayed her, and the leader was arrested, tried, executed all in the course of a single day. That night, and throughout the next day, her followers were in chaos. How did it go so wrong so quickly? They wondered whether they would be next. Should they flee? Should they take up the leader’s work…