I always felt like I was the only hopeless romantic out there in the world. Even if I talked to my sister, my best friend, and blogged about what I think love is all about. Being a hopeless romantic meant leading somewhat of a lonely life.
But as I am continuing to be snowed in, I found another hopeless romantic, and we had a good conversation about why we are the way we are. And I complained about how he made moving on sound so easy, and then I thought to myself. Moving on really should be an easy thing. Easy as picking up your things and moving to the room across the hall.
I said, "I need someone new. Something I've never seen before."
He said, "We all do."
I complained about holding back because I've been hurt. And he just responded with a "fuck them. Just move on. Just do it." And it's then when I realized that it doesn't ever have to be hard. We make it hard ourselves. We put this unneeded weight on the pain and love we get from relationships. I read The Unbearable Lightness of Being with ignorance because I read it with all the weight of holding on in my heart and on my shoulders. He told me to lighten up. On everything.
Being hopelessly romantic shouldn't be a bad thing. It shouldn't be a sad story. It shouldn't be a sad life. In my conversation with another hopeless romantic, I've realized that it's quite something quite hopeful.
We aren't picky. We're humble and honest.
We aren't waiting for a happily ever after. We're waiting for a once upon a time.
it's fine if you don't love me 'cause somebody else will...
when you love yourself enough for two. so there's no use to love you.
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