I would have to be the most hopeless romantic ever. I am in love with love. That helpless, complete, utter love that knows no boundaries type of love. The Romeo and Juliet, Edward and Bella kind. The kind you read about in novels or see in films. That is why my preferred genre for both reading and writing is romance.
The past few days though I have been losing my faith a little in love. All around me people are splitting up, fighting, what was once something so beautiful and wholesome has now become soiled and nasty.
It’s hard to remain optimistic when there is so much negative energy around. Why do people put each other through such misery? Is it really worth it in the end? If you asked me last week I would have said yes of course it’s worth it!! There is no obstacle that love can’t conquer!! But ask me this week and I’m not so sure.