I was born a hopeless romantic. I dream, and I pray, and I wish for true love thousands of times each day. But sometimes, just sometimes, I get lonely.
And then I get scared and wonder if I’ll ever truly meet my Prince Charming. If I’ll ever experience the kind of love I’ve always hoped for.
Then I get angry and frustrated. Doubtful and jealous to the point that even the sight of a happy couple makes me sick.
Yes, even us hopeless romantics have our moments. Sometimes all I want to do is physically separate couples strolling hand-in-hand Red Rover style. Or stick my fingers down my throat when I see people in love kiss in public.
Today is one of those days.
