I consider myself a bit of a hopeless romantic, but not the kind who finds her happily ever after. Instead, I’m the kind who wears my heart on my sleeve and ends up heartbroken and alone.<\/p>\n
Each time I lose another lover, I convince myself that this time will be different \u2014 that I’ll be different. But without fail, someone comes along and sweeps me off my feet again shortly after, and I throw all caution to the wind as I fall hard and fast.<\/p>\n
Now, here you are: the chance I thought I’d never have, the prize I never thought I’d win. And even though I adamantly told myself I wouldn’t fall this hard again, here I am already falling for you.<\/p>\n
With every text, I smile. And each picture you share makes my heart skip a beat. I spend each moment we’re apart waiting in anxious anticipation, imagining what it will feel like when I see you next.<\/p>\n
Time with you passes so quickly and so slowly all at once, which leaves me blissfully living in the moment yet disappointed when I realize it’s time for us to part. I find myself intoxicated by every part of you, from your bright smile to your delicate feet.<\/p>\n
When you look at me with those eyes, I grow weak at the knees. Each time our lips touch, I melt. I cling to you because I can’t get enough of you. I beg for one more kiss because I can’t pull myself away.<\/p>\n
Yet, no matter how euphoric it all seems, I can feel the nagging worries and the unshakable fear of my past stirring inside of me.<\/p>\n
I find myself questioning my worth and wondering when you’ll wake up or walk away. I panic when you say nothing, and I quiver when you meet my affections with a seemingly cold shoulder. I convince myself that the feelings aren’t mutual and that I’ve once again given my heart to someone who is incapable of giving theirs to me in return.<\/p>\n
What am I doing? How could I be so naive?<\/em><\/p>\n But no matter how many red flags I see, nor how many sirens sound inside my head, I can’t ignore my feelings for you. No matter how hard I try, I can’t dismiss them or shake them off.<\/p>\n I told myself I wouldn’t fall this hard again. Yet here I am, already drowning in my feelings, desperately wondering if you’ll ever feel the same.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Each time I lose another lover, I convince myself that this time will be different \u2014 that I’ll be different. But without fail, someone comes along and sweeps me off my feet again shortly after, and I throw all caution to the wind as I fall hard and fast.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":36248491,"featured_media":1057928,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"thoughtcatalog_call_to_action":"","tc_post_redirect":"","thoughtcatalog_is_sponsored_content":"0","footnotes":""},"categories":[603230228],"tags":[603191664,7313,603195687],"anchortext":[],"posttemplate":[603196126],"adcampaign":[],"coauthors":[603189499],"class_list":["post-1057927","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-random","tag-collective-world","tag-dating","tag-romance","featured_content-nrml"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/xiyaan-maldives-_fii8nh5n04-unsplash.jpeg","author_meta":null,"photo_credit":null,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1057927","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/36248491"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1057927"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1057927\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1057929,"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1057927\/revisions\/1057929"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1057928"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1057927"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1057927"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1057927"},{"taxonomy":"anchortext","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/anchortext?post=1057927"},{"taxonomy":"posttemplate","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posttemplate?post=1057927"},{"taxonomy":"adcampaign","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/adcampaign?post=1057927"},{"taxonomy":"author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thoughtcatalog.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/coauthors?post=1057927"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}