The Existance of Romance

Is romance dead? Or did it ever exist at all? I watch Cary Grant, Humphy Bogart, Ingrid Bergman, Eva Marie Saint and so on, and I want to believe such feelings are possible in real life. I would love to live a scene from those films I secretly watch. I would love a night out, dressed up for a nice dinner, take a turn around the dance floor, and just when the stars and moon are right the kiss. I would love a little picnic in a pretty sundress, eating strawberries and drinking wine after a ride through the country side. Perhaps in one of my dark hours for the leading man to pull me close and declare his undying love for me.
Yeah I am living in a dream world. So I hide it. I pretend it doesn't exist.