I'm one of them, one of those girls that looks through all the new releases and consistently lands on any remake of every romance novel since time began, but i love it. Within this stereotype I find hope, however unrealistic it may appear I still hope I'm not talking about the real longshots, come on - Sleepless in Seattle, Love Actually, the list goes on. But somewhere in there I think most of us see the potential for which we've been made to embrace - companionship and spark, hella long marriages that we rarely see today, love that unites and we imagine lives on till the end of time. Yes, I'm a believer. It may not happen for me in the next decade but I can't settle for anything less than what we're made for.
This salty older woman told my sister she liked me because I was "full of spit and vinegar". I smiled, because as a little girl I always hid - behind my parents, my siblings, my friends. Until my dad died, and I've sometimes thought of my spit-and-vinegar-ness as an outworking of bitterness toward my dad, but from her it was a compliment.
I still like the sappy romantic comedies though.
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