Hopeless Romantic !!

I remember the first time I saw him - it was like the whole world stopped. I was 17, and he was the new kid in school. He had that whole "bad boy" vibe going on, with his messy hair and piercing eyes. I was hooked.

We met in the school hallway, and I swear, it was like the universe brought us together. We talked for hours, sharing our dreams, our fears, and our passions. I knew right then and there that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.

Fast forward to our 20s, and we were inseparable. We'd spend hours driving around, listening to music, and talking about our future. We'd share our deepest secrets, our biggest fears, and our wildest dreams. I felt seen, heard, and understood in a way I never thought possible.

But life had other plans. We faced ups and downs, breakups and makeups. We grew apart, and then found our way back to each other. Through it all, I held on to the hope that we'd make it work.

People called me a hopeless romantic, and maybe they were right. But I didn't care. I knew that our love was real, and that it was worth fighting for.

As we grew older, life took us in different directions. We found ourselves apart, separated by miles and time zones. But despite the distance, our love remained strong.

We'd spend hours on the phone, talking about our days, our dreams, and our fears. We'd send each other letters, care packages, and surprise gifts. We'd count down the days until we could see each other again.

The distance was hard, but it also made us appreciate the time we had together. We'd cherish every moment, every laugh, and every tear. We'd make promises to each other, to hold on to our love, no matter what.

And when we'd finally reunite, it was like no time had passed at all. We'd fall into each other's arms, and it would feel like home.

Looking back, I realize that our long distance relationship was a test of our love. But we passed with flying colors. We proved that our love could conquer all, even distance.

Years later, we're still together. We've built a life, a home, and a family. We've got our ups and downs, like any couple, but we've learned to navigate them together.

As I look back on our journey, I realize that being a hopeless romantic wasn't a weakness - it was my greatest strength. It gave me the courage to hold on to love, even when it seemed impossible.

So, to all the hopeless romantics out there, don't give up on love. Keep believing, keep hoping, and keep fighting for that fairytale ending. It might just be around the corner.

Cheers and good luck for your fairytale to begin !!