Hopeless Romantics Anonymous.

Hi. 

I'm Sarah. 

And....I'm a hopeless romantic.

Thanks for accepting me into this support group, 

Hopeless Romantics Anonymous. (HRA)

"Hello, Sarah."

Come have a seat..

"Thanks.. er.. I'm new to this." 

"So are we, you'll be fine."

"Ok.."

"What are you here for?"

Well...this is where it begins.

The first step is to admit you have a problem. 

And...I do.

It may help if I define a hopeless romantic for you.

My good friend, Urban Dictionary, defines it as such: 

"This person is in love with love.

They believe in fairy tales and love.

They're not to be confused as stalkers or creepy because that's not what a hopeless romantic is. 

All hopeless romantics are idealists,the sentimental dreamers,the imaginative and the fanciful when you get to know them.

They often live with rose colored glasses on.

They make love look like an art form with all the romantic things they do for their special someone."

 Yep. That's me. 

Idealist.

Sentimental dreamer.

Imaginative.

Fanciful.

I adore my rose colored glasses.

Romance is art..

You know.. I just wonder what it's like to reject someone. 

It must feel nice as often as it happens to me. 

If I could pay you to stab my heart and rip it out of my chest, I would. 

But you're probably too good of a friend not to. 

*sighs.. That's why I'm here. This stupid HRA meeting.

I'm conducting it myself, because, well, I made it up...

At times I wish it did exist though.

Actually, my heart isn't as broken as normal. 

In fact, I feel nothing. 

I'm sitting here staring at a screen, typing entirely too fast.

My brain isn't processing any of this, yet, I can't think of anything else to do.

I guess I could force myself to go to sleep.

I could force myself to cry.

Or...I could just sit here and think about what I've done.

I've told you how I feel.

That you're gorgeous.

Precious. 

So smart and successful.

Nearly perfect in every way.

I knew I had no chance,

I expected your exact reply.

I even prepared myself.

There's just nothing like this bottomless pit sinking feeling in your stomach.

You almost want to curl over and die. 

But you can't....because tomorrow you're going to wake up on the same side of the bed.

You're going to look at yourself in the mirror, and see the same person.

You're going to walk around like everything is alright.

It's going to be just another day in which you move forward...

Forcibly...

But you push yourself.