I think I'm in love.
I want it. I want to embrace it. Drown myself in it. I want it to be painful, blissful, and unforgettable. Sadly, my expectations for it are no longer realistic. I'm torn. Are the movies, the songs, the books even just a little accurate? Can I allow myself to believe that I am special enough to know the feeling of extraordinary love? No. I wont allow myself to be disappointed so much, for my dreams to be trampled on as if they were dirt. My expectations have exceeded. The sweetest things I'll ever know are my dreams.
With the idea of love.
