And the Flower Died
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Finding love in this generation is hard... isn't it? Romance died when some idiot invented the famous "situationships" and "talking stages". Fuck that. I want to be someone's muse... I want someone to be so fucking obsessed with me that he is willing to grow a thousand roses for me if I ask him to. I don't want the fucking bare minimum we have been praising and romantisizing all these years... I want the love people have in movies... the love we find in books: men just as obssesed with their woman as their woman is with them...
Silly me really believed men talk about us, girls, like Disney told us they would.
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