Hopeless Romantic

I'm a hopeless romantic. I'm also a realist. I'm also rational. I'm also sane. I'm also a dreamer.
I'm also complicated.


I disagree with the terminology "hopeless romantic". I don't think there's anything hopeless about it. Not one goddamn bit.


It is quite the opposite. Hopeless romantics are filled with every shred of hope in this world. It's one of the most beautiful things. Let them be.


It also is potentially one of the most tragedious things.


I see the problem with hope, but I see a bigger disaster to those that have none. People who are dead inside. People who have lost that inner child, that purity, that glow in their eyes, that genuine laugh, that subtle eternal grin, that unjaded voice.


I had, have, and will always value love the most. No matter how much my views have changed in the last 8 years, that dreamer still resides deep within my heart. My love is exponential. And I want to share it, without restrictions. Absolutely none.




I'm tired of restrictions.