Hopeless Romantics

Love is so strange.

I mean, we meet so many people in our lifetime, but then there’s that one that stands out among all the rest. They intrigue you to the point of relentless research of that person. I have met two people in my life, that captured me in such a way. The first was amazing. Everyone remembers their first love. How could you not? But then, sadly, he died. The second is still very much alive, but also very much out of my reach.

Tonight I spent a good 2 hours talking to one of my closest friends about love. Both of us are recovering from our own painful experiences. I mentioned that maybe I was reading too much into a recent event, or that maybe I shouldn’t have sent a letter just for peace of mind. Or maybe that I was being a stupid little girl that still falls for the guy she can’t have. To which he fiercely replied,

STOP! Do not belittle your romantic mind. That part of us is the beautiful part. The valuable part. These feelings make us human. Whatever you do, do not be ashamed. There is nothing higher than and nothing more worth suffering for. Not that I want you to suffer, but if we do suffer, why not do it for love?

This is probably the most truthful thing I have heard in a very long time. Those of us who are the romantic dreamers need not be ashamed. We are, sadly, becoming a rare breed. Our minds are the ones capable of helping to heal people. We are the ones that love the life back into people. I am not talking about those who create a fictitious romance in their head with every person they meet. I am talking about those of us that don’t fall for anyone very easily. Those of us that can acknowledge that a person is attractive but never think anything more than that.

I am talking about those of us that find that one person that makes everyone a blur and we jump in with both feet. From the moment we meet that person we know that all the pain, all the heartbreak, and the sadness in the world is completely worth even five minutes in that person’s company. We gladly give them everything, our mind, our heart, even though everything within us screams that we shouldn’t. But just one taste of the love that some people never know is worth it all.

Just in my experience, I’ve noted that love, real, burning, passionate love does not last. It burns too hot to survive. But not everyone gets to experience such a love. It’s a precious gift that only a few of us are given. I don’t know about you, but for me, and the friend who said the above quote, the pain of the loss is well worth the love we felt.

Hopeless romantics, keep hoping.

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How?

I don’t understand how just thinking about you makes me almost cry and makes me depressed for several days. What is this emotional connection I have to you? We never were anything. 

It happened when you said you weren’t coming back to school. I nearly cried in front of everyone. It happened when I had to leave early. It happened when I heard that the doctors talked to you while I was in the hospital. It happened when I saw you’d sent me a message on Facebook. It happened when you sent that one text. 

It happens when I think back to when we first met. It happens when I think about spring break. It happens when I see your name randomly on Facebook. 

But mostly it happens when I look at your profile and think about when we walked around the park that night. Your arm around my shoulders. You just telling me all about your life. From being bullied in school to going on a mission trip to your brother to drinking with your friends. When I think about you being on the other side of the country. When I try to tell myself that I know I’ll know we’ll never see each other again. 

So how did this emotional connection form? I have no idea. But I do know that it’s there now, and I can’t cut it off. I can’t get rid of it. I can’t fill the gaping hole you left there. Worst of all, I don’t want to. 

I hope you think of me sometimes. I hope that some day we’ll see each other. I hope that one day we’ll talk like we used to. 

I hope I stop crying. 

I hope you come back. 

I hope you come to me. 

 

Why Aren’t You Living?

 

It is not just that society holds us all to certain standards that no one really wants to follow…

It is not just that we are all trying to figure it out the best way we can…

But it should stop with the articles that are posted on Facebook 24/7…

What is it? 

LIFE. 

That big scary thing that we are all living. I understand that sometimes seeing or reading how someone else copes with life can help us to understand our own. I get that. I really do. But what i don’t understand is why most of us are sitting in our rooms, in our beds, on our computers are reading articles about how EVERYONE else is living THEIR life. What happened to getting out and experiencing it all for ourselves? I mean have we become so afraid of life? 

I really have a problem with the marriage articles. It doesn’t matter how many articles you read about why or should get married, or how to love your spouse, or what to do when you have a fight with your spouse, you won’t know how to deal with until it happens to you, personally. And you lot who aren’t even married, why are you reading articles about what to do when your married? What about being single? Or in a committed relationship?

Sometimes I wish their were more articles about how be patient while single. How to be sure that you date someone because you really like them, not because you are desperate.

And the articles about travelling! We all want to travel, at least everyone that I know. Why aren’t you doing it? I know it seems impossible to travel when a.) you have no money and b.) you don’t want to go alone, but you don’t want your parents to go. But look back at how others have traveled. My mother’s aunt would work long enough to live in a new place for two years. In that new place, she didn’t work. She wrote, and she met new people, and she enjoyed and the spoils of the place she lived.

What all of this boils down to is that I am just really annoyed with all the articles that I see on my Facebook timeline. I get so worried that people are so afraid to go against the cultural norm or to step out of their comfort zone that they are missing life. Don’t get me wrong, if you are the type that feels that following the seemingly normal progression of life (i.e.high school, college, 1 year of travel, career, family, etc.) then good for you! I wish you all the best.

But if you are not, then what are you doing? Why are you putting yourself through something that you don’t even want.Especially you lot that are going to college just because your parents want you to or because you couldn’t figure out something better, In 10 years, what your parents thought won’t matter. In 20 years, they’ll probably have passed on, and what then? There will be no one holding you back then. but what has your life been up to that point? 

All I’m saying is, what society says is “right” may not be for you. What your parents want, may not be the best for you. Don’t be afraid of doing something different. Because in the end, it’s you that has to live your life, not anyone else. Don’t make excuses, be brave. 

So, why aren’t you living? 

 

 

 

 

If you are feeling spunky, comment with something that you’ve always wanted to do. Or why you haven’t done something you wanted. Or if you’re the one who went against the ‘norm’ and what you did!