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Every once in a blue moon, I feel sad about never dating anybody. I feel hopeless.

I feel the hopelessness because I've never felt a kiss, never stayed up late texting someone until I fell asleep because we couldn't stop talking...I've never even known what it's like to love someone--or at least, like someone a lot--and have them like me back.
Like, truly like me back. For who I am. Sometimes it actually feels like it will always be this way for me.
And it's a horrible hopelessness.

It's the deep, ripping, burning feeling of heartbreak, the kind that makes you feel hollow and bitterly cold.

And when that happens, I feel absolutely certain that nobody really truly gets what it feels like.

But I guess everyone feels that at some point, right?

xo Hopeless Romantic

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