Hopeless Romantic


I am a hopeless romantic.
And by that, I mean that every time I see a sunflower field I see myself running through it in slow motion while soft music plays and as I look off into the distance I see him running towards me because we can’t waste a second away from each other and we sit in the field for hours talking and laughing.
I am a hopeless romantic.
And by that, I mean that every time I see the ocean I can see myself at sunset running the beach laughing and he comes up behind me and we hug like it will be our last, and when the sun goes down we sit by a fire on the cool sand holding each other and looking at the stars as though we can see our future in them.
I am a hopeless romantic.
And by that, I mean that every time I see him I can picture myself running into his arms and it feels like I am finally home. That every time he holds me and I feel his heartbeat I think I could write a song to the rhythm of his breathing, I can hum a tune to the feeling of his strong arms wrapped tight against me, I can breathe in deep knowing that I am safe.
I am a hopeless romantic
and by that I mean I am hopelessly and helplessly in love with him.

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