It’s hard out there for a cynical hopeless romantic.
You will always want what you don’t believe in,
staying up late waiting for the Santa you know doesn’t exist to somehow slip down the chimney.
It is a lifetime of waiting to be proven wrong,
even though you have a sneaking suspicion that you may be right.
We are the hopeful of the hopeless, the ones who are forever considering giving up on giving up.
We are the love agnostics, defined by our doubt,
wishing but never quite having faith in our own desires.