I hate romance movies. Life doesn't work that way. All that happily ever afters and that strong conviction that "she/he's the one!" and lo behold, it's true!
Romance movies are a con. They fill us with that stupid shiny glimmer of hope that our White knights will appear in our lives any moment. And when we fall in love, we cling on to that hidden desire that we'll get to have our very own love story where the love of our life does something so amazing, so romantic, OUR love story should be the one on that big screen.
Romance movies are horrible. they fill us with a secret hope that eventhough this and that bad thing is happening in my relationship right now, maybe, just maybe, he's going to do something equivalent to going back to the corner where he first met me, take out his sleeping bag and never wanna move with my picture in his hand, saying, "if you see this girl can you tell her where I am".
Terrible. There is no happy ever after where he realises he's fallen madly in love with you and he has to have you, no matter what the personal cost. It doesn't happen that he leaves his job or girlfriend or state or country just so he can be the one by your side. Neh. More likely that he either finds another girl or you end up in a compromise.
Romantics. I know many guys who claim to be romantics but seriously? Cons.
He can't sleep, can't eat, every love song on the radio reminds him of you. But hey, when it comes to "love conquers all" and "all you need is love", you really better not be betting the house on him because you see that? That right there is his track marks and the shattered pieces of your heart on the cold hard floor. Don't look. He's not around anymore. No, don't bother looking out the window or at your phone. Don't bother glancing around when you go out. He's not there.
Romance movies sucks.
Now if you excuse me, I'm going back to folding butterflies and watching the latest romance movie I have because I'm a fool.
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