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  How does one be so much of a romanticist that all they see is how this moment is such a perfect-potential one for something picturesque to happen? For the longest time ever, I have been someone who makes up scenarios to recreate with someone who would be equally in love with me as I would be. Now, I don't know how the 5 year old me liked seeing people be in love when she knew nothing about it, but maybe the inner child in me was always meant to be a lover girl.  As for all the Disney movies, Ghibli studio movies, comics, TV shows and movies in general, and the multiple books I have read, all of which had the genre of romance, I have become the one who hopes for everything to end with a beautiful love story. I even wrote a story myself after being fascinated by my dreams. And later all I could dream was my main characters falling in love. Spending hours in thinking how I should I write them, researching about cars, models, run ways and what not just to make a book that I have...

  How is that, even with the hot rays falling on you, you would rather admire how the clouds have made patterns, how the sun makes your eyes show their shimmery beauty, how your skin shines even though it feels like it is burning a little, and how it is ever so pretty to be alive to feel this weirdly comfortable yet irritating feeling which comes with the summers? I was never someone to say, 'I love summers'. Come on, who even liked the UV pressing into your skin anyways, even if it is for the exchange of ice cream (even though it was enough to convince me that I can only survive summers because of ice creams and shaved ice). But this summer does kind of feel different. It has become more than just a warm season and rather a season in which I can be glad of everything. Spending more time with my friends while using, 'let's have ice cream, it is sooo hot', as a reason; being a complete sky admirer without using them as my outlet of overthinking; enjoying the cold air...