By Dominique Platt | February 14, 2024
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Dear Soulmate,
I am a hopeless romantic,
That means, in simple terms
I love love, I love being loved, and
I do not fear falling in love,
No matter the constant pain that often comes
with landing
Or the voices of many calling me an idiot
for
Daydreaming of women who wouldn't dare
tell me the time of day,
And I justify my seemingly senseless war
for love,
By saying one day when I land,
I will land peacefully into the arms of a
Queen
Who has already fallen in love with me,
Or I will finally die trying to find her
Her that makes waking up on a Monday
morning
A welcomed experience.
I do not carry anger for those who call me
foolish.
To fall in love correctly one must not just
jump from the cliff
But also be completely consumed by the
mist of cliff's side
Until mere moments away from landing.
There is no chance for correction or
direction,
Once you surrender to the cliff,
You are at the mercy of Cupid,
a man-child with a most wicked sense of
humor.
To do such a thing willingly
More than once
Is an act of insanity,
Especially when the first dive off the cliff
Lead to a heart being impaled by the spikes
of rejection,
And the complete shattering of a mind
As it played tennis with the rocks along
cliff's face,
And the second lead to one's spirit leaving
Simply because the chains of being the
perfect gentleman
Became too painful to wear.
It is indeed mad,
It is indeed foolish,
It is indeed stupid
To fall in love,
But to wish once more for the opportunity to
fall in love
After experiencing even a fraction of our
description
Would be darn near suicidal.
Yet, a hopeless romantic
Would do just that,
Heal their wounds,
Crawl to the cliff, and jump again happily
Like a fool.
To my soul mate,
We are a hopeless romantic.
We warn you sincerely that
We will continue to jump over and over
again
On purpose or
By accident
Until we fall into your arms or
Die trying to find you.