Love Story

Im a sucker for romance. I have this guiltry pleasure of wasting a few hours to have a fill of romance stories. I read PHR and Harlequin stories and lately, wattpad stories. 

I love romance stories maybe because I don't have one of my own, or I wish one for my own or I cant keep one of my own. 

The plot of the stories would sometimes be shallow but still I'd finish the story or there would really be those I would finish with eagerness because I love the flow but for both, the ending would always be the best part. Predictable as it may seem, I would still read the ending that the protagonists ended up together. The elements of the story are there. The setting, characters, conflict, solution and the ending. In the end, the characters would stick together, in love with each other. The same characters who had gone through a lot of challenges, fights and doubts as their conflicts, end up together. 

I have read so many books about love yet whenever I get into a misunderstanding, the only thing I can think of is to turn my back and leave. Because I fear that if I stay a little longer, I'd be the one whose gonna be left behind. In my head, I find it bold to be the first one to leave instead of fighing what I ought to last for a lifetime. Let go and find somebody else. And I call myself learned when I only know one thing. In reality, leaving is for the weak soul. For the scared and for the lost.

In my alter universe, love exists. In my reality, it's the opposite. 

Maybe, that's why hopeless romance exists. Because there are people who really are hopeless when it comes to love. I know nothing else but leaving. I have yet to learn the idea of acceptance, humility, respect and trust.  

Until the day comes that I can put my alter universe reality into my real reality, until I am brave enough to stand up and accept that I am missing a piece, until I am humble enough to accept my fault, until I am strong enough to trust myself that everything will work out fine, until I learn to value the worth of having someone and respect for having that someone, that being together is worth every fight, maybe then, I'd find that love. 

Maybe I'll even write about it. Or I'd be selfish and keep it to myself. Nonetheless, I'd have somebody to share with, fight with and then patch things up with again. The cycle goes while the bond gets stronger. One day I'll wake up being truly brave and ready to trust myself that I can be able to handle things differently. 

Until the day that someone believes I can...

A love story that is mine and that is true.