Hopeless Romanticism

I've always been an optimist and a hopeless romantic, both which are enough of a pain on their own, combine them together and....... well, let's just say I can't let go when I know I should. But that's the really trick isn't it? Knowing when you should let go.

For example right now, being away from the one I love, it kills me a little bit more every single day, and every single logical bone in my body is screaming that I know it's the right time, but being a hopeless romantic my logical bones are far outnumbered by my hopeful ones. And every time I think cutting the ties would be the right thing to do I remember that when we're together, I'm happier then I've ever been in a very long time. And despite the pain I'm in right now, despite how hard it is, it's just so...... easy when we aren't several hundred miles apart.

But maybe I'm crazy holding onto this relationship like the band on the Titanic, maybe it would be better to abandon ship, but honestly? I'm a fighter, and true love however hard and difficult it may seem, well, that's something worth fighting for, and maybe, just maybe, I lost what I thought I had a long time ago, but like I said I just don't know. So until all hope seems lost, I guess I'll just keep surviving, keep fighting, and maybe just maybe avoid the iceberg, so to speak.

News Flash.......

I am a hopeless romantic. Why? Because love is magic, and I'm telling you right here and now ladies and gentlemen I believe in magic. I believe that every night while we sleep fairies dust front lawns with diamonds, while at the same time I know that dew is just water condensing on the grass as it cools. I believe that somewhere out there someone right now is doing extraordinary things, and I believe that the extraordinary is just the adults way of saying magical. 

Why is it that most adults can't see past the end of their own nose? Why do they have to look at everything and find out exactly what's happening instead of sitting back and just knowing that it's magic? This summer I spent part of my time (mostly whatever time wasn't consumed by the ridiculous hours I worked at the Prospect Hotel and Dinner House) volunteering at a day care down the street, and it opened my eyes. Has anyone ever noticed that nine times out of ten kids are a lot happier then the adults caring for them? Now most would say that's only because they haven't had to pay bills yet or go to work or provide for a family, and while I do agree with that assessment I have one more addition: They BELIEVE. I was once showing some of the kids episodes of The Looney Tunes on my laptop when someone accidentally kicked the cord unplugging it from the wall and making the screen dim as the battery kicked in. We then spent the next half hour plugging in and unplugging my laptop entertained by the changes in the screen. Finally when it was time for lunch one of the kids came up to me and said. "Mr. Sam, thank you for the magic show, can you make it do it again later?" My heart about exploded from the cuteness. And that's when I began to realize the way to be happy isn't money, or fame, or power, it's the simple belief that the ordinary can be extraordinary.

Which brings me back to the topic at hand: Love being magic. How could it possibly not be? Love is a smile for no reason, love is laughter. The simple joy another's presence brings. Love is the light of our souls and the song in our hearts. Love is knowing without asking why. I believe that love is magic just as I believe that the sun will rise tomorrow, just as, dare I say it...... Just as I believe in Santa Claus. Because love is about simplicity and joy, and simplicity and joy are what I think magic is all about. and that belief is why I wake up every morning with a smile on my face that doesn't tend to go away. and that my friends is something worth spending a little more time believing in. So do yourself a favor open up your heart for one day, allow love back in, allow magic to be an acceptable answer and see how happy you feel.