Well, as usual, I get in trouble for using a word for its archaic meaning when it is now usually understood as something different.
I didn't intend romantic just in the sense of "romantic love", but in the classical sense, where the heart, and intuition, are valued to some extent, over our materialist culture's hyper-rationality.
From
http://www.ibiblio.org/wm/paint/glo/romanticism/
Romanticism is an: "Artistic and intellectual movement that originated in the late 18th century and stressed strong emotion, imagination, freedom from classical correctness in art forms, and rebellion against social conventions.
Romanticism emphasized the individual, the subjective, the irrational, the imaginative, the personal, the spontaneous, the emotional, the visionary, and the transcendental."
I would call myself a romantic, in the classical sense of the word.
I do believe the heart, or intuition, or whatever you may call it, has a beautiful, mysterious wisdom, that I have come to learn to trust in the past few years. Chronic fatigue syndrome, which I had for nearly three years, seriously impeded my ability to use my rational mind. I was too tired to think, read, or speak, at length. I developed a strong inner life based on feelings and imagery. My visions and my intuition were what sustained me and guided me back to health.
Now, despite the hardships I have endured, I am grateful for the illness that has developed both my (romantic) skills of intuition and imagination.