Saturnine

Learn To Fly

            Within a hopeless romantic is a tireless adventurer. An adventurer that screams in delight whenever he was granted an opportunity to fly across locations simply for the experience; an adventurer driven by the chase to search for their destiny, to search for that one true happiness they've always dreamt of.

At some point in a romantic's life, they get hurt from everything, and they stop. They stop looking for that "destiny", stop believing simply because they got tired. The romantic gives up on ever finding anything at all and lives on blandly.

Then here comes this person.

They're perfect. Almost everyone you know pushes you with them. Almost every single time you glance at them, they seem to look back at you. Almost every time you don't expect to crash into them, you do. Almost every damn sign leads to them.

A romantic can't help but think how maybe everything was meant to happen. That spark of "destiny" appears in their hearts again, an inferno about to be set ablaze. So they try it again; their interests peaked higher than ever before, thinking that somehow, maybe, this might be what they were looking for.

Maybe this time, is what a romantic always says each time they encounter someone worth their time. This time, it's not. This same romantic has already decided for the first time, that that person is the one. That same romantic has given up on the search for what they were looking for was just in front of them.

That person would be there for everything—watching their performances, singing songs with them no matter how ugly they think their voice is, randomly dancing in the mall, sending messages of reassurance every time the romantic tries to chicken out.

The romantic sees all the flaws of that person and simply accepts all of those. The romantic sees the obstacles and sees all of those as an opportunity. Not to get away, but to dive deeper.

Once they feel that connection, they can't help but fall. They fall in love with their personalities, their brains, their quirks, and honestly, at this point, that person becomes their person in their hearts. The physical attraction is simply a bonus.

When they do fall, they get scared. The romantic thinks "what now". They grasp tightly for their heart, because they knew that this time, it would hurt more than it ever had. They knew how it would break them into pieces, how it would feel like—like being squished, bones cracking, every muscle aching, every nerve ending sending violent alarms to their brain, their very souls zapped out of their system in a single blink.

But it's much worse than that when you know you've lost the one.

Within a hopeless romantic is a tireless adventurer. An adventurer that screams in delight whenever he was granted an opportunity to fly across locations simply for the experience; an adventurer driven by the chase to search for their destiny, to search for that one true happiness they've always dreamt of.

But this time, this romantic is tired. Their plane has crashed and they have yet to learn to fly again.