Helpless Romantic Chapter 1

Hey, I'm Sebastian and this is my first story that I'm posting to the public...and I would really want to know if you think that...this story is crap! 

Haha Thanks. 

And have a nice day.

Chapter 1 

So that's how it is...

"One thing I never really got about love is that whole 'loving someone' part. I mean sure I was loved as a child and everything but other than my parents, I never really felt the need to express 'love' to someone. I remember when I was younger I used to say 'I love you' all the time and now to me, I feel as if my 'I love you's don't mean anything. I'm not saying that I'm incapable of loving someone, it's just that it seems that if I do love someone with my entire being, because that's how loves suppose to be, I would completely lose myself in that person. Honestly, I wouldn't want someone to have that much power over me. I love being my own person and being able to make decisions that only deal with me and me alone...but sometimes I just want someone. I want to be loved. I want to know what it's like to love another like they should be loved and hold another in my arms. I want that. The only thing that would ever hold me back would be the fear of losing my beloved to another or to death. I just want to know what it would be like to love someone without worrying about the heartache that it for-tells."

Casey read the letter that was sent to her advice column, Hopeless Romantic, for the third time in a row trying to figure out what she could possibly do for- She stopped and looked for a name. Ralph M. What she could possibly do for...Mr. Ralph M...without sounding like a bitch.

Mr. Ralph M., whoever this guy was, didn't know the first thing when it came to love. Love, in her opinion, is about the heartache and downs you experience. Love is about wanting to lose yourself so hard in another person that you forget everything but your beloved. Love is knowing that no matter what, that at the end of the day you have someone that loves you so much that they couldn't even think about being anywhere but with you.

She felt that he was either ignorant or was just lying about being loved at a child, or he could just be one of those man-whores that only want physical emotions from the women he deals with.

The way he talks about himself makes her think that he must be very attractive because he sounds narcissistic as hell to think that he doesn't need love in his life. There must be something wrong with him if he thinks that he could give so little effort on loving someone and actually have him or her love you back.

She set the letter down as a headache started to creep around in the back of her head. She pressed her fingers to her temples and soothingly messaged circles onto them. "Deep breathes," she whispered to herself as she counted down from 10 attempting to slow down her heart rate.

"Sunie," she turned around when she heard the familiar voice of her good friend, Megan Clay, at her office door. "Want to go out to lunch?" Megan asked when Casey looked at her and when Casey looked as if she was going to decline, Megan said, "Casey get your ass out of that office and join me for lunch or..." Megan narrowed her eyes, "...you don't want to know."

"Fine Megs, you don't have to be so damn demanding," Casey said with a huff as she grabbed her wallet and waistcoat. 

"Yes I do," Megan said with a laugh. "If I'm soft with you, you would be at home in your large but empty apartment eating your life away." A large smile graced Casey's lips as she listened to the familiar speech made by her erratic friend. "I'm doing you a favor and you know it." Megan smiled.

"Sure what ever," was all she said as she and Megan made their way to the elevators. "Where do you want to go today?" She asked Megan as the elevator continued to climb.