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I’ve been reading nothing but romance all day and it fills my heart with this soft warmth. I feel myself smiling and giggling. I don’t question these feelings and they feel authentic and genuine. (I sometimes wonder if what I’m saying or feeling is how I truly feel or if it’s how I cope with the people around me.)
But now it’s time for bed and here I am alone and single. That warmth is now heavy and uncomfortable like the hot side of the pillow. I’m aware of this love that I may never have and I can’t help but cry myself to sleep. The character in one story was 23 and he already had two men who loved him and wanted to protect him and make him happy. Here I am 27 and the hi light of my week has been an 4 hour ttprpg that was only slightly more fun than when I had my wisdom teeth pulled.
TL;DR: hopeless romantics reads too much and cry’s himself to sleep pining over men who don’t exist.
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