I am a hopeless romantic.








and let me tell you, it has done me absolutely no good.

I can fall in love with just an idea.
Like a seed, it sprouts in my head.
All my life, ever since I can remember.
This is my downfall.
This is my defeat.

I am too passionate for my own good.
I crave touch, I crave human contact.
I crave human feelings.
I crave intimacy, romance.
I desire passion, meaning.
But I am so selfish and I want it all at once.

sigh.
This will make sense some other day.