This is not going to be a post about love, marriage, hearts and/or flowers. The kind of romanticism I’m talking about is the kind you find in most fictional stories. The hero wins, the villain gets what they deserve, good triumphs over evil and love conquers all. This kind of romantic ideal is why we read stories.
We have a picture of the way the world should be, but it stubbornly refuses to live up to our expectations. So we create our own worlds where things turn out right.
That said, things can go too far the other way.