I Believe…

I believe music saves lives.

I believe in true love.

I believe money cannot buy happiness.

I believe a good cry can cleanse the body of sadness and thoughts weighing someone down.

I believe in marriage equality.

I believe art is an indispensable staple of society.

I believe in wishing upon eyelashes and dandelions and shooting stars and 11:11 and candies with double wrappers.

I believe karma is a bitch.

I believe hell is Earth.

I believe hate is a strong word.

I believe holding a grudge is not worth your time.

I believe everything happens for a reason.

I believe if it’s meant to be it will happen.

I believe if you’re out of sight you are out of mind, but also

I believe absence makes the heart grow fonder.

I believe nothing is as bad as it seems.

I believe there is beauty in pain.

I believe we are all a little crazy.

I believe laughter is the best medicine.

I believe in Bigfoot and the Loch Ness Monster and other creatures.

I believe aliens exist.

I believe Courtney Love had something to do with Kurt Cobain’s death.

I believe rain is romantic.

I believe the worst feeling in the world is finding out someone you trusted is actually dishonest.

I believe I can express myself better through writing.

I believe I determine my own destiny, my fate is not predetermined.

I believe in hugs.

I believe everything in moderation.

I believe I am ever changing; I am not the same person I was when I woke up this morning.

I believe exercising is therapeutic.

I believe no one is simply pretty.

I believe you should treat people the way you want to be treated.

I believe our dreams try to tell us something.

I believe silence is too loud.

I believe Pluto is actually a planet.

I believe humans are complicated creatures: we’re chaotic, we’re gorgeous, we’re fairytales, we’re tragedies, we’re flaws, we’re good, we’re bad, we’re unique.

 

A Dying Breed

I must admit something: I am a hopeless romantic.  But, I want to clarify something, when I call myself a hopeless romantic, that does not mean I am hopeless and desperate to find love.  Hopeless romantics love love.  Hopeless romantics believes in passion, chivalry, true love, and we love always and forever.  We are the dreamers of the world; we are positive when it comes to love, and we are sincere.  We’re hopeless though because we are not made for today’s standards, and we are few and far between.

That was quite a sweeping statement I just made about myself and all other hopeless romantics, so let me explain.  I adore anything related to love.  I want to hear how a husband proposed to his wife.  I cry at weddings (even if I don’t know the couple very well).  I enjoy watching romantic films (The Notebook is one my favorite movies), and I’m interested in reading books with a good love story.  I write about love in my poetry.  I listen to countless songs on the subject of love.  I have a soft spot for slow, acoustic ballads and love songs (Death Cab For Cutie’s I Will Follow You Into the Dark).  I even really like Valentine’s Day.

I give my all in relationships; letting the other person know I miss him, I think about him, I care about him, I’m here for him, and I love him.  I don’t hold back; I say what I feel, and I allow myself to be vulnerable.  I’ve been hurt by love before, but I’m not bitter.  I’m a firm believer that if you love someone, you love them forever and always, because if you stop loving someone, then you never really loved them at all.  Love is not finite.  Hopeless romantics looks on the bright side of things.  I know there is someone out there for me.  Love exists; I’ve seen it.  It will happen when I least expect it.

Hopeless romantics are a dying breed and we don’t fit into today’s society.  How many other people get letters from the one they love?  I write letters to the person I love when we are separated by distance and even if we are close.  I write poetry for the person I love.  I leave sticky notes for the person I love that say sweet, little things.  I text the person I love sappy love song lyrics and quotes about love.  I believe in grand gestures.  I want a guy to throw rocks at my window, and when I open it he’s out there singing to me with a boom-box in hand.  I want a fancy dinner in the park at sunset.  I want someone to be chivalrous: holding doors for me, pushing in my chair, waiting to eat his food until I return.  I want someone to remember a little detail about me and surprise with a fantastic birthday gift.  I adore surprises and I love surprising others.  I want to stay up late with someone simply talking.

Maybe I’m unrealistic in my expectations.  Maybe this stems from watching Disney’s fairytales at a young age, and wanting my own happy ending.  Maybe I have these unbelievable ideals because I’ve seen The Notebook too many times.  Or, maybe this is how love should be.

 

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