Sometimes I hate feeling so much. All the agonizing pain that goes along with watching someone else’s life play out. It would be one thing if these people were real…but they aren’t. How pathetic right?

I mean almost go into a hyper-nation of despair every time I watch a movie or TV show where the love story isn’t working out. I feel what the characters are feeling, I sympathize with them, but the thing is:

THEY DON’T EXIST. So at the end of the day, I’m the only one feeling these terrible emotions.

The other day I was watching the movie called, “Love, Rosie,” which is just a sad love story made to get people like me hooked. So, I was almost done with this epic love story, probably on my fifty-fourth tissue, when the two main characters finally seem happy with their lives.

As the final credits were rolling, I was bawling. So I shut my computer and got out of bed to try to walk away the tears. And it was working too, until I looked into the mirror, and I just broke down. It was almost like when I made eye contact with myself, my reflection and I made an unspoken agreement that that movie was tragic.

But the really tragic thing is that in that moment I didn’t want anything more. I wanted to feel the pain that goes along with loving someone. I wanted that even though I was crying at the thought of it happening.

Like I said before, the feelings get in the way. They overwhelm me to the point where I have to sleep them off in order to get back to normal. But, I guess it’s better than not feeling anything at all. Because if you think about it, if you never feel anything, what is the point of living. What would we be if we didn’t experience these crazy emotions?

All and all, there are worse things than being a hopeless romantic.

Sincerely, Sophie.

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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. If you’re in a relationship right now, it is worth considering to seek couples therapy San Francisco so you can work out any issues you’re struggling with.

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