Many people claim to be a hopeless romantic, and some that deny it are. Many people are fools who think they are in love but are in love with love misleading the other person, or think they love but in the end it’s some fatal attraction.

I’m just as confused as they are.

Love, adoration, admiration, infatuation, hallucination!

So, there was the fool in love with the hopeless romantic. The fool catered to the hopeless romantic’s every need and then some, making sure that the hopeless romantic knew and felt the love of the fool in love. The fool in love sent a box of chocolates for the one month together celebration, a Teddy Bear on Valentine’s Day, a dozen roses for the birthday with dinner and wine, a necklace on Christmas, a watch on New Year’s, a promise ring with dinner and a movie on their first year anniversary. Up until that time, hopeless romantic stayed loyal to the love the fool was giving. It was appreciated, reciprocated and every moment they could spend together was anticipated.

“I thought I loved you. I want to love you, but this isn’t love I feel for you. True love should be a greater feeling than what I feel for you. What I feel for you has evolved. I want to be in love not just content or in this comfort zone you’ve built around me. Love should be an I can’t breathe without you, sweaty hands, heart pounding feeling. It should feel like cloud nine all the time and not a companionship without the excitement, butterflies in the stomach and goosebumps.” said the hopeless romantic to the fool in love. “Maybe in another place and time our paths will cross and I will be ready to love you the way you love me. I love you, but I don’t love you like that; and I don’t want to be unfair because I care for you plenty. I appreciate everything you have given me, and the time we spend together is priceless and I will carry and cherish all our memories together forever. But you’re too good for me, and you deserve much better.”

“But I want you, can’t we just work things out? Love takes a little bit of work. I thought you love me? I’m so used to having you around. You’re my world.” plead the fool in love.

“It wouldn’t be fair to you because I cannot give you the love you need, the love you deserve. I want the best for you. If you love me, you will understand. Friends?” the hopeless romantic replied.

“If we can’t be together, we can’t be friends. How can you say that? After all we’ve been through, it all comes down to this? And now yo have the nerve to offer me friendship. We can’t be friends.” The fool in love was beginning to sound a little bit desperate.

“That’s what I’m saying. Everything happened so fast between the two of us, I realized I hardly know you. I think it would’ve better if we did start off as friends, if our romantic relationship had a foundation based on a strong friendship. But I can’t force myself if the feeling is gone, I don’t want to pretend.” “If it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be and we won’t have to force it, it should be a natural phenomenon, because love doesn’t know time or place, and it can’t chose. That’s the beauty of love, its’ magical like that. In the blink of an eye it happens and sometimes catches you off guard. But I believe regardless the consequence you have to follow your heart. Because when in love everything is beautiful even it’s a mess, chaos is order, the grass in greener, everything is familiar and comfortable in a world full of strangers because the love satisfies the soul, mind, body and heart in so many ways. It’s the perfect drug that suppresses depression and enlightens with inspiration, motivation.” The hopeless romantic went on. “Don’t you see this is our destiny, we were destined to be together to teach each other, to have each other during the times we needed each other most, now it’s time to move on. We should take what we’ve learned from one another and live life! I’m ready to move on to the next chapter of my life and discover a different kind of love. And even I love you, I can’t love you the way you love me, but what I learned from you loving me I can use when love comes into my heart again.”

There was nothing more to say. They parted ways with the hopeless romantic feeling the breezy air and the sunshine beaming on the skin, such a warm welcoming and comforting feeling, such freedom. The fool in love turned to walk away with his head down, an ache in the heart, dew drops from the eyes feeling abandoned, lonely and worthless.