I have to be the most hopeless romantic I know. I call all the random phone numbers I find in the bathroom stalls, I dress up every day even when I have nowhere to go, I stand in the romance section of the bookshop for hours just in case someone cute comes around and falls in love with me. Almost every poem that I write in every app and every notebook is about hallway crushes and past and future loves. I’ll fall in love someday, but for now, I’ll enjoy the beauty of life and let every lovely moment melt on my tongue like a candy heart.
