For as long as I can remember, I didn’t understand the term ‘hopeless romantic.’ I thought, why would you want to be hopeless, especially when it comes to love.
I felt like it was the complete opposite of hope. It is was more like, ‘desperate romantic,’ ‘pathetic romantic,’ ‘sad romantic,’ or just plain desperate, pathetic, and sad. Either way, I didn’t want any parts of it.
I wanted for so long to be in love. Real love. The kind that makes you smile and think about someone for so long that it is hard to remember what day it is. The kind of love that makes you forget about all you flaws and insecurities. The kind of love that brings you joy that you can’t describe so people start to think you’re crazy. Somewhat pathetic. Some might even think you’re desperate. Love . . .
I finally realized that I too, am a hopeless romantic.
I am so eager, desperate, pathetically sure that love is real. Love exists. Love is possible. Love is powerful. Love . . . I was looking for it for so long and finally realize, I had it within me the whole time. Love – it can change you, sometimes for good sometimes for worse. Love, saying out loud even reminds you of the power it has.
Love, is the most dangerous weapon ever made, but the most beautiful cure the world has ever seen. So I want it. The danger and the beauty. I believe in love. I am, a hopeless romantic.