I am not a casual person. I don’t date to hook up, or have a fling, or make new friends. I am always - in all of my dating pursuits - looking for love. I make no secrets of this. It’s never been anything I take lightly, which is maybe a fault of mine. But I am a hopeless romantic, and that is also one of my favorite things about myself.
Yes, I am a *little* intense…
Break-ups hit me hard. They represent more than just the loss of someone I held so close to my heart - they also feel like the loss of hope. Loss of my hope that I am someone who can have this precious thing I yearn for that seems so easy for everyone else. I start to think perhaps love itself is just another one of my intangible overly-romanticized ideals.
There is nothing worse than a life without hope.
I know the importance of getting back on the horse after falling off. I know what can happen when you don’t. So occasionally, even though it still feels too soon for my very tender heart, I think I should try to fake it til…