Hello, my name is Sophia Smith, and I am a raging hopeless romantic.
Since I have yet to find a support group to help me with this, I am writing down my feelings as an outlet. Many people have many misconceptions about hopeless romantics. Some think that they are “crazy” or dangerous. But, according to Urban Dictionary, a hopeless romantic is not a stalker or anything threatening like that. A hopeless romantic is simply an incurable dreamer. They are perfectly harmless creatures. The only ones they bring harm to are themselves.
One way we do this is by possessing extremely high expectations when it comes to the love department.
We have watched too many Disney movies and read too many Nicholas Spark’s books to have an accurate depiction of a realistic relationship. But high expectations are just the start.
For me, being a hopeless romantic entails so much more. It means that I have erupted in sobs because I heard DJ Tanner’s husband dies in the new series of Full House. It means I cannot watch a romantic comedy without becoming emotionally attached to each and every character that walks onto the screen. I will, and have, started tearing up while talking about my infatuation with a main character on my favorite Netflix series.
Another misfortune of this disease is that I crave love.
The only thing I want is to be in love because I believe with my whole heart that it the best feeling in the world. What I am trying to get at is that living as a Hopeless Romantic is hard, but it is not all bad.
You cannot be a hopeless romantic without having hope, and an ample amount at that. So much hope, not just for you, but for everyone. Hope for every person to find love because love is the best drug, the best high, and the best addiction. It can leave you with the worst hangover that no amount of sleep or TLC can soften, but for those few moments, love takes you to the top of the world.