I’ve watched so many sappy romantic movies, might have even cried over some, and read countless love books, and yet I never pictured myself going through it, couldn’t actually. The closest thing to love was me falling for the characters I read in books, or watched on the big screen.
That was my life’s cycle: open a book, fall head over heels for the brooding main character and talk about him constantly as if he existed in the real world. Get a new book, and simply fall again for a new different character. But to have feelings for an actual person? A human being that exists in the same world that I do?
Nope, was never in the cards for me.
Then the oddest thing happened, I crushed on someone and it slowly dawned on me that this was no simple crush. In fact, it wasn’t a crush at all, I was falling for a guy. And for the first time in my life, I was the character in the book.
“The girl that fell for the tall, dark and handsome guy.”
Except the real world wasn’t like the books I read, we don’t end up together and he doesn’t profess his love to me when I tell him how I really feel. And just like that, I am reminded again that love is not meant for people like me. Because the person that my heart really wanted and the one that I completely fell for.. wasn’t willing to catch me.