Whatever happened to old-fashioned romances – boy meets girl, they fall in love, get married, have children, and live happily ever after. Or divorce. Whatever the ending is, the journey is as old as time, and there’s a certain comfort in the familiarity of romance.
I don’t know why life cannot be simple. There was a time when I was in love with someone right in front of me, but for whatever reason we couldn’t be together. And then I love someone and we can be together, but he is so far away physically. Nothing is ever easy in life. Maybe it’s just that I keep falling in love with the wrong people. Or the right people at the wrong time. Or the right people in wrong situations. But the fact of the matter is, you can’t choose who you fall in love with. Love just happens.
And they all wonder why I’m depressed.
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