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Mar. 18th, 2009 | 10:44 pm
posted by: wecaughtonfire in h0pl3sromantics

I realize this community hasn't been updated in 133 weeks, but I'm going to post anyway. And I'm going to keep posting, even if no one else does.
My name is Sara. I have been a romantic since the first time I watched Cinderella, or The Last Unicorn, or any Happy Ending Disney movie when I was too young to remember. And on nights like tonight, I realize that that makes me a cripple, with a failing grip on reality.
But I don't care.
I'm holding on to happy endings.
I'm holding on to the belief that a marriage can last. That you can be in love with someone even when you're old.
I'm holding on to the belief that one day my Prince Charming will sweep me off my feet.
I'm holding on to the belief that I know exactly who my Prince Charming is. I have high hopes for the two of us, even though we've only been happily together for six months. I've known him two years. We're both old enough to know what forever means. We're both mature enough to be done looking.
Men are terrible creatures, who steal away your heart and stomp on it. Married men stare at teenagers while their wives are right beside them.
But I have hope that it can be different for the two of us. For the lucky few in the world. I feel we will rebuild the romantic population and begin to make happy endings a reality again.
I'm holding on to the old couple that still walks to dinner every night at their retirement home, holding hands. 

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