So what if I’m an idealist? What’s so wrong with that? Maybe I do live with my head in the clouds, and maybe if I do fall from one of my ivory towers, I’ll walk straight into the gutter. Maybe I do believe in fate and a love that lasts forever. Maybe I still believe that one day I’ll find “the one.” The one that turns the world upside down and yet makes everything perfect at the same time. The one that makes the sun seem a little brighter, and the one who makes the flowers smell a little sweeter. The one who completes the puzzle. And, yeah, I know it’s cliché-ish. But isn’t love one huge cliché? And you don’t have to agree with me. There are probably a million cynics or pessimists out there who don’t agree with me, but I know. I know that they feel it too. The need. The aching. But it really isn’t even that. It’s more of a sadness that eats away at you. And I know that you feel it too. And no one will admit it, because then they’d be weak. But the truth is, no matter how hard you try, you can’t stop it. The sadness will keep knawing away at your heart. When you’re sitting in a restaurant and across the room, a couple is celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary. When you’re driving home from work or school and a car drives by with this great big “Just Got Married” sign on the back of it. It will ache and the power it has will overwhelm you. And all you’ll want to do is make it stop because it hurts. It HURTS. But you can’t stop the aching. Only someone else can. . .because in the end, everyone is an idealist.
