She had heard it time and again, from many a mouth and many a lovestruck soul, but never had truly grasped the true meaning behind these three simple words “the hopeless romantic”. The world would not tell her nor would any soul that dwelt in it. It was a secret kept by all and shared by none.
“Your time shall come, young one,” was all she got as a response from whomever she questioned. It was as if the world had conspired to keep her from discovering this magnanimous truth. Or was it even the truth? In time she wondered if it were a simple figment of her imagination, if anything as “the hopeless romantic” even existed? The whispers she heard and the rumors which cascaded upon her ears from time to time hovered in the realm that hung between reality and imagination. Sometimes she even wondered if it was…
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