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Being a hopeless romantic was a state of mind like how New York City and California were a state of mind too.
People believed that people who were hopeless romantics were weak minded and would do anything to be loved, to be validated for. They would waste money on flowers, chocolates, cards, and matinées all for that one person to break up with them in less than three or four months. They would repeat this cycle over and over again until they either die of heartbreak or become so poor that they lived in the streets, begging people for money. People believed that being a hopeless romantic meant unrealistic ideas of love, the kind of love that you would see in Grease or West Side Story. Different types of movies, but it's true because people who liked those kinds of movies were always hopeless romantics. Love always prevailed even though those people in the stories were separated from unseen forces.
It was like Romeo and Juliet, Carmilla, Beauty and the Beast, Pride and Prejudice. They all shared the same idea of love, stories that a hopeless romantic would love because they would visualize themselves as that person who gets to fall in love or simply be the love interest. They fall in love so often that it was reckless or repetitive and they ignore the signs of a one sided relationship because they still want to be loved.
Morana often thought she was a hopeless romantic because she used to read all of those stupid romance novels when she was younger. She imagined herself as Rapunzel, a helpless dame with long hair who mourned for love, or some waitress working at a small town diner where a mysterious man would fall in love with her. Sometimes the stories would be nice or funny, other times she would get bored from rereading those stories. Besides, it wasn't like she needed those stupid little romance novels anyways. She had her boyfriend to recreate those Romeo and Juliet tales, except for the suicide part.
But it was true though. She really loved her boyfriend which was easier said than done in all honesty. She would try to hold his hand, she would try to kiss him, but she just felt like she was failing at being a proper girlfriend. Was she going to change though? Maybe, if he asked nicely. Either way, she still felt like she wasn't just good enough and she didn't know what to do.
