I'm afraid of this; afraid I won't have a hand to hold. Or a face to memorize, the way their eyes may sit on their face. Or the way their lips peak, and sink. I'm afriad I'll have nobody to tell my secrets too. I'm afriad nobody will want to know my soul, like I'll want to know theirs. I'm scared nobody will tell me they love me for real. Because I'm afraid nobody will have a reason too. I'm just afraid because I have so much to give, and I really want someone to receive it.
Most novels are just fiction, but why do they all have to be?
I probably won't find my romeo, but that's just because I'm definitely not Juliet.
But I hope one day I can look back at this and say, "I have found my romance novel, and mine is ten thousand times better".
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