forest gump

I saw this movie for the first time in a long time last night.
It was beautiful.
I cried.
Yes, I am a man. I have hair on my tummy.
Hair on my face.
I am a big boy.
But I am okay with crying.
I do it on occasion.
The undying love that Forest had for Jenny is a lost art in my generation. I look around and 1 out of the 10 average kids will probably make a name for himself, while the others just go out, party, and hook up.
I hate to say it, but romance is dead.
Sorry ladies, that is just how it is.
The idea of romance to a guy today is taking a girl out and giving her flowers in hopes of making it back to her bedroom that night.
The idea of romance to me, is watching Charlie at work, (who has gtta be 70 something) go home every night to feed his wife so she will live.
If not romance, at the very LEAST, it is true love.
Something else that is also very dead.