Romance

What is romance? Why are many people captivated by it? What kind of satisfaction do people derive from being romanced or romancing someone? What is "hopeless romantic"? Why do many people go out of their way and sacrifice many things in their lives for romance? Is it just another stupid feeling that serves no main purpose in life and happiness? There is something about this feeling/emotion that has made it an international celebrity (referring to Valentine's Day). For me, the suspense remains a unanswered.

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