all i want in life is a happy relationship. yes, yes; there’s better things than boys, you have a whole life ahead of you, but it’s kind of hard not to yearn for love when you’ve ached for it at the ripe age of ten. the thrill i felt when i read my very first “romance” book. i wished it was me living that life. i’m the definition of ‘hopeless romantic’. every small action that someone does, i immediately look into it. “does he like me?” it’s absolutely pathetic. yet i can’t help but hope that one day that’ll be me at the mall, holding hands with my boyfriend. one day that’ll be me at the movies, watching a horror movie with him. sooner or later i’ll be getting gifts of my own instead of giving my heart out to people who won’t care if i trip and fall. maybe one day someone will finally look at me with such adoration in theur eyes. it’s absolutely pathetic, but all i’ve ever wanted was to experience my first love.