Tell me your secrets
Ask me your questions
You don't know how lovely you are...


::sigh:: Love. Love is a many, splendid thing. Waiting, it seems as if we're always waiting for Love to come to our door in the pouring rain and kiss us on the lips and explain where it's been all our lives. But that's not how it is, society has created this ideality of what we are supposed to feel, how Love is supposed to be. This is the very thing that is so confusing about Love. It comes in many ways, many forms. It's not like the movies or storytales. Love continues to change for everyone that endures it. Sometimes it's cold. Sometimes you're left alone without them. It is never all smiles all the time, and what makes it that much more splendid, the ones that can make it, the ones that can live through the bad and learn to focus on the laughter, well, I believe that that is the most beautiful accomplishment in the world. Maybe all we need is not love. Maybe two people cannot live off of eachother's air, and if there is no ideal lifestyle in place, there can be no successful Love. But this is not my way of thinking. I'd like to believe that two in love can live somewhere far, far away. Living only for their other's smile, only for their voice, only to make their other's life worth.

Mmm, picture it. We're under the sun, on a towel on the beach somewhere in Cali. The water's beautiful, just look how everyone's smiling. I look over and so are you, and I wouldn't rather be anywhere else in the world.

That's how it feels everytime. That's how I always want it to feel.
Sincerely,
the Hopeless Romantic.