Where has the romance gone?

How long can a heart keep forgiving?  How long can it bare the pain that what was once is no more?  These questions keep running through my mind over and over again.  Is the fantasy of a good man nothing more than that?  A myth?  Something that mother's tell their daughters in fairy tales?  I have come to learn again in my life time for this to be true.

The men of my generation know nothing of honor, respect, loyalty and devotion!  There are no men like that any more.  Am I wrong in wanting a happy ending to a certain degree? Most men now days the minute life gets rough or difficult it is time for them to run.  They do not stay.  If they do it is on their terms not on the terms of the one woman's heart that they broke.

Why can't I have the cowboy that rides into the sunset or the hero that comes a running when things are at their darkest.  Can I not have something of that?  Where has the romance gone?  No more flowers, soft sweet kisses for no reason other than that I love you.  No more touches of a man's hand that brings you to your knees.  What am I to do?

When the romance is gone where do I turn?  I am loyal, honest, smart, funny, and very devoted.  But, can I stay this way knowing what is around the bend?  Can I stay when I am only needed so that he won't be lonely?  What of my heart?  Can it bleed for all of eternity?

Is my love dying when I no longer hunger for his touch due to all the deceit that he has done?  How stubborn can one be to try to turn things around when you know how the story ends?

Cheating is something that I choose not to do.  I have had it done to me too many times in the past and more recently.  But, what is a woman to do when the passion is no longer there?  When the burning becomes nothing more than a dying ember, what is a woman to do?

In the beginning there are fantasies of what was and could be?  So shattered now that they are only memories.  Is it time to end it when making love is nothing more than sex?

Where have all the good men gone?  A myth nothing more is what I am learning.  Can there be no truth to this myth?  And if there is truth to it why can't I find the myth?  Am I doomed to continue down this path of loneliness when I sleep in an occupied bed?