Hopeless Romantic Definition Novels & Stories

I reach the bed and plop down on it, lying down with my face staring up at the ceiling. It fucking hurts to love someone you may never have. I used the word 'may' because it just fucking screams 'hope'. That hope right there is the torture. The torture of still hoping and waiting and hoping again and waiting again that just one day, your feelings can finally be let out in the way they are meant to. Without fear. Just pure. Wanted. Accepted. Cherished. I pop open the can of Royal Dansk cookies in my hand and throw one of the cookies into my mouth. Despite the ache swelling up in my heart, and the stinging of my eyes, I still have to really acknowledge that this cookie is tasty.

She was looking world’s most beautiful girl. Her peach pink was sexy yet simple and elegant. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I wanted to squeeze her and kiss her each and part of body. I couldn’t concentrate on any of my classes. All I could think was her. Slowly I can feel like losing myself. I end up gazing her all the time instead of taking. Wherever she was going I was behind her- in café, outside the class, in the parking lot. It was tenth day of this. Her smile was working has a dagger over my heart. Every time I see her I couldn’t control myself fantasising about her. But I know she can never be mine.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say. But I could practically see butterflies and flowers floating around you while looking at him. Don’t get your hopes up too much, girl. He’s very relentless with his rejections.” I just scratched my head and didn’t respond. One thing that most people don’t know about me is that I’m a hopeless romantic. There were some suitors who tried to pursue me in the past, but I rejected them all because I was afraid that they were only going to use me for my money. However, this time is different. I’m actually the one who has the thought of pursuing him. I smiled to myself as I thought of Clyden becoming mine. I shook my head to get rid of my fantastical thoughts. I’m going

" Imagine this. You are married to him because your parents asked you to. But you love him. He has not touched you or even talked to you properly. The only thing you do for him is to make him breakfast and dinner. He places money in your bank account as a fee for marrying him. Whenever you try to talk to him, he gives you short replies because he could not be bothered to listen to you. Whenever you want to try and fix your marriage with him, he makes you think there isn't a marriage at all. He makes you think that you are like a book he has in his bookshelf for years. Every time your heart breaks because of your efforts. One day you tell him that you want to leave and he barely heard you. Yo

“What are you? A slam book? How can you love yourself when you don’t even recognize love itself?” Romance never goes out of style. It does not wither or die like plants in a glimpse of summer. We fall into its captivating curse the moment we find perfection in a soul filled with flaws. The second we see beauty in the laceration of their scars and lips maneuvered by deception, we are bound to plunge into the deepest fragment of their life. The day our heart palpitates at a rapid velocity is the day we chain ourselves to an immeasurable misery.

Her heart nearly stopped. “You’re successful now,” she said. “You have everything. Why would you want the same girl you left behind?” “Because I never stopped loving her.” The room felt suddenly smaller. Dangerous. Hope was a dangerous emotion for Evelyn. “I don’t believe you,” she said. “You don’t have to,” Lincoln replied. “But I’m not giving up this time.” Her chest tightened again. Every man she had dated after Lincoln had been an attempt to replace something that could never truly be replaced.

She had been hesitant to open herself up to love again after her last relationship had ended in heartbreak, but something about this person made her feel safe and hopeful. Christiana had always been a romantic at heart, and the idea of finding someone to share her life with had always been a dream of hers. But after her last relationship ended, she had started to doubt whether that dream was even possible. She had spent months feeling lost and alone, wondering if she would ever find someone who understood her and loved her for who she was. But now, as she walked down the street with a smile on her face, Christiana knew that anything was possible. She felt a renewed sense of hope and optimism

A kiss! I didn’t have any expectations for an “us”. I had wants but no expectations. I may be a hopeless romantic happy to get lost between the pages of a hot and steamy novel or a sigh-with-sweetness one, but I am not naïve enough to believe that those kinds of things happen all the time. Some people will get that kind of love that makes guys wonder and girls swoon, but not everyone.

“Who told you I want that? Maya, I want a son in law. You are turning thirty and you’re still single. You have turned down all the men I have brought in for you.” Maya sighed wanting so bad to bang her head against the wall. “Mom, I believe in love okay and not hook ups besides the men you bring for me are not my type but your type. Way too old for me.” “There is a difference between love and hopeless romantic. You’re the second option Maya. You’re hopeless romantic. You think love is all about what rainbows and unicorns. Seriously young lady you have to find love in order to live your happily ever after.” “Okay mom I have heard you. Can I please continue with my work now?”