Hopeless romanticism,
I feel like I have had this term thrown at me.
I walk around life thinking of novels and movies,
waiting for a moment to live that exact feeling,
love that consumes you.
I wanted to be consumed.
So it made me naive, helpless,
and hopelessly addicted to the idea of romanticism.
I ended up falling in love with people,
people who had no intention of falling back,
or even picking me up when I fell.
I want someone to make me freefall,
then be there to steady me.
But life isn't like that.
It’s not the idea I made up in my head
to escape reality.
Not for most people at least.
I might never have a happily ever after,
but is it too much to ask for a happily for now?