can’t sleep
i have always sort of self-identified as a hopeless romantic, but that’s kind of an embarrassing and cliché thing to admit, in this era of skepticism and sarcasm and one-night-stands. so i never really talked or thought about it much.
well, i just had this insomniac realization and you know what? i’ve decided i really like being a hopeless romantic. i don’t mean in the sense of being hopelessly unable to act and think logically about love; rather, in the sense of romanticizing and wanting and craving a fatalistic, hopeless love. the kind of love where you see the other person’s flaws, where you hurt and get hurt and you know that you will never fit together perfectly like puzzle pieces, but you love them madly regardless. because then, that desperate love is more powerful than whatever pain you’ll endure or inflict in your undoubtedly imperfect relationship.
and if, like a majority of the people i’ve met, you eventually plan to spend the rest of your life with this one person, you’d better damn well hope that love overpowers logic. because committing to love, live with, care for, and cooperate with another human being, who is just as irrational and emotional and unpredictable as you are—if not more so—is the most illogical thing i can think of.
good night.
2 years ago