Being a hopeless romantic...
It's laying in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Listening to any love song with piano.
It's thinking about that one person.
From dawn until dusk, and dusk until dawn.
Their name, their smile, repeating in your mind.
It's realizing you may never be the one locked in their arms.
The only place you truly desire to be.
No matter how hard you try.
It's accepting sadness as a part of you.
At least it's better than feeling nothing at all.
It's a beautifully, broken, equation.
One that has no universal solution.
Being a hopeless romantic...
It's a blessing and a curse.
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 1:07 AM UTC
Being a hopeless romantic...
It's laying in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Listening to any love song with piano.
It's thinking about that one person.
From dawn until dusk, and dusk until dawn.
Their name, their smile, repeating in your mind.
It's realizing you may never be the one locked in their arms.
The only place you truly desire to be.
No matter how hard you try.
It's accepting sadness as a part of you.
At least it's better than feeling nothing at all.
It's a beautifully, broken, equation.
One that has no universal solution.
Being a hopeless romantic...
It's a blessing and a curse.
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