"Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense." -Mark Overby
I am a lover of fairy tales. I still daydream about living the life of a princess in ridiculously huge and overwhelming dresses while locked away in a tower; doomed to wait for her true love to save her. Love fascinates me. There are so many forms and I have experienced many kinds, but I have never been in love with someone. It's something that I crave openly and more than I care to understand. My feelings toward Love are hard to explain and I cannot tell where they originate from. This infatuation that I feel for it is beyond my own comprehension and a wonder to myself (and others most likely). I am in no rush to feel this insane and impossible attachment to someone, but I do desire to enjoy this phenomenon sometime before I die. Many people have tried to persuade me that "love is thought up in the brain and it originates there as well," but I am a romantic of the most tragic kind and I refuse to believe that the love I feel comes from my brain. My brain is for thinking and my heart it for loving.
What do you love?
xoxo, Lexie
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