I’m 5’1″. I’ve been called short before, and a lot of other names, too, that I’d rather not recall. Nobody’s perfect. But now that I’m all grown up (debatable), if you are going to call me a name, let these words roll off your tongue: That girl is a hopeless romantic. That’s a nomenclature I hold in the highest esteem. I find the terminology particularly flattering, for in doing my research on what it means to truly be a HOPELESS ROMANTIC, these are the findings: Hopeless Romantics are NOT hopeless. Not at all. They tend to be very true, caring, and loving people. They believe in passion, chivalry, and true…