The Contradictions Of A Hopeless Romantic
How do you feel about the concept of liking someone? What exactly is the female perspective? How do you begin to like someone? How do these blush-inducing, butterfly-hovering delusions begin? How does that one person suddenly become the object of all your sane and insane thoughts? If you have ever sat wondering about these sorts of questions, firstly, Hi! Please join the club . Penned below are pure ramblings, so read at your own discretion. It all starts somewhere. Sometimes it's a normal, sane conversation. Sometimes it's a clash while walking mindlessly through the corridor. Oh, and sometimes, if the universe feels generous, you might as well get a perfect meet-cute; totally fictional, straight out of a romance novel blah blah. And well most of the time, or at least in my case, it all starts with something nasty. A rude interaction, a sarcastic comment or a judgemental look, which makes you think, “ Ugh, such arrogance ”. And you don't even realise that...