love story.

the life of a hopeless romantic is in fact that.

hopeless.

because they live for the romance.

when they don't get it,

there is no more living.

you are simply there,

watching other people's romance.

loathing them for their happiness.

then the next worst thing is watching romance fail.

when you know it won't work out,

but you can't say anything about it.

because you don't want to ruin the romance that is there now.

sometimes you want fake romance.

to fill the void of what should really be there.

when opportunity arouses for some romance,

you have the perfect idea of what you want,

so anything less doesn't stand a chance.

half the time you don't even want romance.

just someone to talk to that doesn't have romance,

like you don't.

but of course, who doesn't like someone?

who doesn't have some gushy love story to tell?

not very many people.

or they have some history that you can't associate with.

everyone says that i'm pretty.

fun, good friend, blah blah blah.

where's my love story?

my prince?