I am a hopeless romantic.
I wonder if love at first sight really exists.
I hear Mr. Darcy in my head.
I see him at every corner.
I am a hopeless romantic.
I pretend to encounter him on my doorstep.
I feel he will eventually find me.
I touch his lips with mine.
I worry he will never love me as I love him.
I cry at the thought of his departure.
I am a hopeless romantic.
I understand he doesn’t really exist.
I say the mere idea of it is silly.
I dream of the day when he finally arrives.
I try to convince myself he’s only in my imagination.
I hope I am dreadfully wrong.
I am a hopeless romantic.
I wonder if love at first sight really exists.
I hear Mr. Darcy in my head.
I see him at every corner.
I am a hopeless romantic.
I pretend to encounter him on my doorstep.
I feel he will eventually find me.
I touch his lips with mine.
I worry he will never love me as I love him.
I cry at the thought of his departure.
I am a hopeless romantic.
I understand he doesn’t really exist.
I say the mere idea of it is silly.
I dream of the day when he finally arrives.
I try to convince myself he’s only in my imagination.
I hope I am dreadfully wrong.
I am a hopeless romantic.
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