Musings on romance.
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A hopeless romantic, my mates would say. I’d probably call myself that too.
I’ve always thought it sounds a bit funny though doesn’t it? Hopeless, hopelessly in love. Basically a lost cause, which I’d probably admit makes sense. Been caught out there a few times. It’s strange though, that to be so incredibly hopeless, you have to be quite so hopeful. Like, you have to have hope, but you’re supposed to have lost it, all at the same time. Confusing really.
And it’s confusing figuring out who’s going to be able to be so hopeless back. They kind of have to have enough to give, that they’re not left a complete empty shell at the end. A floppy shadow that’s too limp to hug you to sleep.
There should be a way to test how hopeless/hopeful they are. Like when you check your battery percentage on your phone. Are they on battery saver? How much have they got in them? Are they someone you’re going to have to try and charge?
‘Just scan your finger there for me please, I want to know your love percentage before we order starters.’
Maybe you could even donate some of your love battery to them, if it’s running low. I guess that’s what people do isn’t it, which is how you end up so drained.
You know what they say, never leave your phone charging overnight. It can’t take so much and it messes it up.
Well, never love someone too much either. It’ll mess your love battery up too.
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