Fourteen years old, holding onto a boy whom i thought I loved. We spun around and held each other tight. Dancing under the cheesy lights to “the dance” by garth brooks. He smiled at me and moved closer until there was not even an inch of room between us. I wrapped my arms around his neck and smiled back at him. His freckles spread across his face, his strawberry blonde hair slicked back. A button down that his mom had clearly made him wear. He looked adorable. We were having an amazing time. Dancing to every song that came on, but this specific song, I’ll never forget. Because as garth sang “and our lives, are better left to chance…” The boy whom I thought my heart would belong to forever leaned in, and touched his soft lips to mine. I’ll never forget the awkward thoughts of not knowing the appropriate time to pull away. This is the moment I believe I became a hopeless romantic.
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I know that the Hopeless in your title refers to Hopeless Romantic, but when it’s on it’s own it makes me think of the sad kind of hopeless. I was pleasantly surprised when it wasn’t a sad piece. Was that misdirection intentional?
Yes, I appreciate you reading! seriously thank you so much! I did do that on purpose, because I feel a majority of us aren’t born hopeless, something happened to make us be the way we are. through these experiences, we learn what we like and the moments we have make us sometimes expect too much out of love and life, and it breaks us I believe because we follow these scripts in our heads and want things to work out, but at the end of the day, sometimes its not possible, and the hopelessness shields us from being able to understand why this cant happen, or why things work out the way that they do.
I love that! Knowing that, reading this piece is a little sadder, but I think I like it even more. Thank you for sharing!
This is interesting to read, considering I’ve never had an experience like this that would make me a romantic. Am I imaginative? Yes. Idealistic to a fault? Definitely. So, though I don’t know much about love, I still get wrapped up in this story. Great details, too; I can picture this scene well!
I could definitely see this being the start of a much longer piece. It would be cool to see a longer version of this story, maybe set in flashbacks of other memories similar to this one that reaffirmed the hopeless romantic status. I would love to see the narrator years later and how them being a hopeless romantic has affected them as an adult.