To Be a Hopeless Romantic...

To be a hopeless romantic is a curse and a blessing, often getting mixed up with one another.
To be a hopeless romantic is to never know when you are simply being a girl and when you are being a complete mess (which go hand in hand more often than not).
To be a hopeless romantic means heartbreaks and let down more often than being swept off your feet.  It means that you will tangle yourself so tightly into someone's story, into the song that makes them dance, into their life, only to get stuck and constricted.
It means that your joy and your appreciation for the beautiful things so easily get stomped on and you are so quickly left to pick up the pieces of your yet again shattered heart.

But...

To be a hopeless romantic means that all of the knots you tangled yourself into will one day be untied, one by one, forming one thick, strong rope.  And at the other end will be someone else who had gotten themselves just as hopelessly constricted in you as you were in them.  And just like that, all you will see is them, standing at the end of the rope, and it will all make sense.  All the times you tied yourself to someone and got no where were just times that you had tied yourself to the wrong person.  You will realize that this time, in your struggle to untie your own knots, you end up untying unfamiliar rope that had found its way into your nest of knots.  As you loosen one knot, you feel yourself become looser, calmer, but at the same time, more stable.  As you untie their rope, you feel yourself taking another step forward, the straight line pulling you along.  As you untie the last knot you look up to see the story you had read over and over again, longing to be a part of it.  You hear the song you had played on repeat over and over again, wishing to find someone to make it a duet.  You look up to see the life you had hopelessly dreamed about having since you were little... And you realize that those things are incomplete without you in them and they in you.

To be a hopeless romantic is to be constantly cocooning yourself until just the right breeze comes along and cracks your shell wide open.