on myself, five years ago
"I wonder if my love story is going to be full of romance and fate. I really hope so. Isn't that awful or irrational of me? To hope that it's not just some casual, convenient thing that falls into my lap? To wish for something that's exciting and that you have to chase after? It's the hopeless romantic in me. And it never dies, no matter what. I will never cease to adore the thought of having a soul-mate. I guess that's one thing I have going for me, right? The fact that I can't stop dreaming and hoping. Foolish fantasies or not, at least I have something that I'm holding onto."
- written by myself, at 18











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