I don't like the pain of the last one- so upbeat now!

I'm a cynical romantic. It's another one of my odd contradictions. I love romantic movies and fairy tale endings, but I don't believe they're real- even though I want them to be. For instance, I know I mentioned earlier that someone I know got married INSANELY quickly. Now from a bit of Facebook evaluation it seems that it might have ended. Here's the thing- deep down I really wanted it to work. I wanted to believe this this romantic, swept away in love gesture could be real. I wanted to see a real-life fairy tale.

Then this morning I checked PostSecret and I saw this postcard.

Oh my gosh, I wanted to email in and be like "I DEMAND AN UPDATE!" For some reason, I needed to know how this was going to work out. My thought process after reading this was, "Oh I hope she says yes!" then it was "he's probably some jerk that treated her bad and so she left and she's finally free and happy". And I was torn. I wondered if she's closed her heart to him, if she is missing him and I felt so very invested in what was going to happen.I didn't know what to hope would happen.

I guess I'm the type of person who wants someone to grab her and dance with her in the rain, but doesn't think it's going to happen. I guess I'm the happy medium. I don't live in a diluted state of mind thinking that Prince Charming will just show up and whisk my off my feet, but I'm also not cynical enough to say fairy tales aren't real and have that self-fulfilling prophecy hanging over my head.

I am lucky though...I have someone who just enjoys talking to me and when I laugh "but my real one" and who when I say things like "this room just makes me want to dance" he grabs me and twirls me around for a bit. But he also is logical, rational and smart... so maybe fairy tales do exist and romantic movies can be true, they're just not as dramatic as they appear.

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