I will never forget the cartoon that fully introduced me to the concept of romantic love at the age of 7. It was the cartoon, Tangled. I loved the trope of the characters. I loved the romance. I loved the dialogue. I mean, love kind of brought Flynn back from the dead. Since then, I just couldn't get enough of the romance trope.
When I read novels that highlights romance, and talks about the ups and downs of relationships, I would always think to myself that love is a beautiful thing. There was a time when I had just gone through heartbreak and I was thinking that love was a damning thing. I wanted to be this cold, heartless person who didn't want to care. I tried to freeze my heart and throw any sort of feeling out of the window, but I just couldn't. It wasn't me. When I look back on that period, I think I was a stranger to myself. I would always be addicted to love.
Whenever I am asked to make a wish, whenever I pray, I ask to experience sweet, beautiful love. I ask to be able to love without regrets. I ask to be loved without condition. Before I die, I want to experience love with someone who will be my favorite hiding place. Someone who would take in every secret, anxious prayer, everything I know I need to survive, every wish of mine and keep it safe. Someone who I'm certain would keep me safe. I want to be somebody's go-to person. I want to be the person's best friend, the person's waking thought, the person's green human. I want to love the way I want to be loved. I want to love and be loved tenderly. After all, I am only a girl with a delicate heart and fragile bones, a hopeful romantic.
