There is, of course, an overly-simple and somewhat superficial answer to this: I want to have a Love Story myself. But doesn't everyone want a Love Story? Doesn't everyone wish to find their soul mate, no matter the cost? Surely I can't be alone in this. But there is something else going on. I look at my sisters, and they enjoy a good piece of chick-lit (they ate up the Twilight Saga just as much as practically every other woman in the western world) every once in a while, but they don't devour them like I do.
I once told someone that love stories are my bread and butter. Oh, I love every kind of book--mysteries, the classics, thrillers, historical fiction, and even non-fiction if it's well written. But nothing calls to me like the utterly predictable Love Story. No, I feel like there's a small hole deep inside of me, and I am constantly trying to fill it with these sickly sweet, wispy, fluffy story-lines. I can see you there, as you read this post. You are just sitting there, shaking your head at me and thinking "Well, that's a bit overly dramatic, Ashley." It probably is, but that's how I feel. It's an unsolvable question, a part of me that will just have to be accepted.
On a slightly different, but still related, note: I've found a new song that I'm in love with. Enjoy.
P.S. Merry Christmas and Happy New Years! Sorry I didn't wish everyone happy holidays before now.
P.P.S. As I re-read this post, it sounds kind of depressing. I didn't mean it to be depressing. It's just something I've been musing on lately. I think strangely. Don't worry about it. :)
