to live for the dream of riding Ferris wheels, just to kiss as we reach the top

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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 still not written.

At some point, I started imagining me in those scenarios I made. And a faceless lover by my side. Then I started thinking of how love would feel for me, a hopeless romantic finally having a shot to experience romance? It was a silly thing to think of, like a myth which I was told could be true in one of the stories my grandmother told me. 

At some point of trying to make my life like those stories, I just came to a conclusion that loving myself is foremost of everything and then all those stories had one more meaning to them- love is everywhere; starting from within you.

I got people to love, and be loved by, I got things that I could cherish as memory, I got paragraphs and poems written for me that made me sob like a madwomen, importantly, I was loved by the people I choose to call family and for me, the world erupted with flowers and confetti everywhere.

A fuzzy feeling came to stay within me, the hope of living to experience love- love of living, love of adventure, love of making people happy, love of doing something, love of creating and the love of truly loving yourself- became my life motto. Then came him, to add 'love of being with him forever' to my motto.

The one thing I am sure of is, the girl having hearts in her eyes while watching people kiss when they get on top of the Ferris wheel will always be there. For, the romance for the romantic is as like an ending to a book.

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And a life without romantics, would just be a never ending blue.

 




🎵-  Sufjan Stevens - Futile Devices (Doveman Remix)

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