Maybe there is somebody out there for me. Maybe there isn't. Maybe there is, but we wouldn't ever get a chance. There are infinite possibilities in this world and I am both anxious and excited for what's to come. I've had my share of highs and lows, from being naive to cautious, hopeful to bitter, and lovestruck, which often results to that crushing aftermath that always comes along with it: heartbreak.
I've always thought that I'd get tired of all this, eventually, but I keep surprising myself each day. Maybe it's because of the fact that I love to read so much, and it has somehow managed to keep that hopeless romantic in me alive. Most people question my choice of books. "Why don't you read something intellectual?" "Why can't you choose something that will be of practical use?" "Why do you read about such useless things?". Honestly? I don't really give a damn what they think. I strongly believe that stuff like books and music cannot be deemed 'crappy' because it will all boil down to what a person wants to feel.
Going back to love, I hope I don't get tired of the idea of it. I hope I find that one person who would prove that the things I've always believed in are true. Somehow. Someday.
heymarie heymarie
18-21, F
4 Responses Apr 17, 2015

I've pretty much given up on love, at least that's what I've been thinking lately. But maybe I've just given up on idealism. Idealism and love are a bad mix, because the real is never going to match the ideal.

I feel exactly the same way

That's my words 😘

Beautifully written!

Thank you. ☺

You're welcome!