Che Romanzesco

So on Saturday mom and I drove up to visit Nana and Grandpa Normie. On the way there we saw this banner: "Angela Adams, Stay mine forever. Marry me?" I got goosebumps. I am such a romantic at heart. I love to read the romance novels, as lame as some may see it to be. They just make me happy. I hope to some day have someone who loves me enough to do something crazy like that. I dont mean that I need him to profess his love in the sky, just something that gives me goosebumps.
However, is my love of romance novels and movies just setting me up to be disappointed for life? I wonder if my love for them has contributed to my standards and even made them unattainable. I want so much to love and be loved, yet I never seem to be satisfied. At times I wonder if there is anyone out there for me. I really have my doubts sometimes.
Still, I don't see myself changing my choices in books and movies any time soon. So, I guess I am either doomed to failure or absolute bliss. The future will tell.