It's a hard time to be a romantic

It's a hard time to be a romantic. I've been feeling this way for a while, like at every turn there is something to remind me that it's naive to really believe in love. I'm not the only one; even my hairdresser brought it up! Why is the consensus "shit happens" when people hurt each other? Or that you should expect people you love to fuck you over?

I know I'm taking events that have nothing to do with me a bit too personally, but it feels personal. Like the little girl who used to sit and write stories about people who fell in love and lived normally ever after, no expectations of perfections even, and who actually believed in those stories, is getting beat down more and more with reality.

I'm sticking to my guns, though."I want to believe," X-Files style. I just wish more people felt the same way!