Hopelessly-hopeful Romantics

Sittiing in my room, a movie container caught my eye. Love Actually, it said. It got me to thinking. What is love, actually? It is not the same for every person, nor for every situation. Love can be what we mold it to be so that we can accomadate what we find ourselves in. Love can always be what we strive for, what we live for. For others, love can just be notion of things to come or things that have past. We all have thoughts, desires. We all have needs to be filled either physically or emotionally. Some of us can accomplish that with just having enough friends to fill the void, others need to have that total physical response. Then there are a few, a small few, that have those quiet aspirations, that linger on the impossible, possiblly those who have seen Casablanca way to many times or truly believe that somehow someone made Cinderella a glass slipper somewhere and is going to drop it in front of them at some point. That hope is not hopeless, that still wishing on that falling star may lead to happiness, closing your eyes and breathing deep when you see that someone might actually help in getting them to notice you. Hopelessly-hopeful romantics, this is what I call this group. They still exsist, I found this out. I thought they were extinct, you don't see them very often as in this day in age you don't see a lot of people being overly robust in their romantic notions, but they are out there. You just have to look. It is kind of endearing to watch, puts a little faith back into the heart of those who steeled it shut and closed it off. Maybe it makes the hopeless feel a bit more hopeful, but we won't jump the gun on that just yet.