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Love Stories.

  • cynthiafoustvenner
  • Feb 10, 2021
  • 1 min read

I am a sucker for a good love story. Hell, in high school it was written in my yearbook that my dream was Romeo, yet my reality was Romeo.com.


Thanks for that.


Yet all these years later, I am still the same hopeless romantic.


I can watch a movie like the Great Gatsby and imagine myself Daisy. I can be Marion for William Wallace. We all know I can be Ally to a Noah. I get lost in these stories. The innocence. The integrity. The sincerity.


Juliet.


There is something incredibly romantic about attraction, about love. The gestures. The feelings. Fighting for it. No matter the cost.


This is why I can watch these kind of movies on loop. To remind myself of the truest and best form of love and the actions that should accompany it.


The purity.


Incorruptible.


Beautiful.


I recognize that while these notions in real life may not have the grandeur, they will have the cohesion.


They will be presented in acts of unadulterated endearment and candor.


There won't be lies and deception, there will be honor and devotion.


If you need me, I'll be watching Titanic, so just text.


Thanks.


Xoxo,

C.

 
 
 

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