I try not to label myself as a hopeless romantic. Sounds too cheesy for me.
But it’s hard when I find myself gravitate over the soft melodies of love songs. I can’t seem to enjoy anything without a compelling love story whether it’s in a movie or books, always have been captivated by tales of two people falling against all odds. And even when it comes to birthday wishes, they’ve all been about finding a special someone — proving that my thoughts are never far from matters of the heart.
My judgement may be clouded and everything seems to have a rose-colored tint to it.
In the blooming of a sunflower, a full moon, a handwritten letter, in the laughter of people. It might seem elusive at times but I hold onto the idea of it. It sets expectations too high and makes reality fall short. It’s giving me constant ache knowing that what I desire may or may not ever come true. But still I cling on.
I may try to deny and hide it, but deep down I know I am one. :)
