I’m a hopeless romantic.
I dream of chances untaken, of paths left untred, of people we aren’t.
I’m a terrible romantic.
I think of hurtful words, of petty actions, and all the things that could hurt someone.
I fall in love more often than I admit.
It doesn’t take much. A fleeting glance leads to a feeling that builds into a fantasy.
Though most of the time the feeling flees from my heart quicker than it came.
I weave these fantasies of futures that will never come and dream about the possibilities.
I hope beyond hope for things that will never pass.
I am a lost romantic.
The feelings that I felt were so real that they now weigh my heart down.
It tears at my veins and chills my blood until I want to sleep to no end.
I’m a hopeless terrible lost romantic.
And- I don’t know when I’ll find myself.