I’m childish, and I want a love that doesn’t exist anywhere but in movies.
I can’t stop dreaming and waiting for it even though I know it won’t come.
The thing is, I’m already 27, damn it.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not single, I’m not virgin either. I had boyfriends. Maybe too many.
I even had a husband, once. He left me.
Maybe because I wasn’t able to give myself to his content?
I don’t know what I’m exactly waiting for. I’m not scared of being alone. I’m not scared of anything.
But I want something I can’t have.
How can I get over this stupid idea?