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Romantic love

I would class myself as a bit of a Romantic. I like gestures and the idea of a happily ever after and the thought that two people can fall in love and stay together forever. I like that, I like it a lot. The first quotation that ever really stuck in my mind was a Shelley quote: soul meets soul on lovers' lips. Iloveit...

I love the thought that when two people who love each other kiss a connection is formed. I love it but I don't know if it's true. I'm not trying to be all mopey and depressing, because that's not the stance I take on this; but if this idea of love we have, the sublime and Romantic one, exists then why do people act the way they do?

People cheat, people fall in and out of love, people get confused. I'm not saying (some of) this is wrong, I'm just questioning this existence of Romantic love... of something that seems so unbelievably honey-sweet that it seems unobtainable. Not only is this sort of love written in fantastical terms, it seems that it isn't exactly desirable. I enjoy to talk to people and chat and debate - I enjoy disagreeing and exploring ideas. I do want to be wanted though, I want my fairytale.

Perhaps, someday, I will get that. Maybe it won't be Romantic... but it will be my romance and my fairytale.

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  1. Faith Choi22 October 2012 at 22:15

    This.
    This post is just....everything beautiful. <3
    You're awesome Claire.

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