Romance is such an amazing concept. I'm full of it and it tends to drown me at times. I am the way I am because of love. Who am I to deny it? The sky fills my hope, it indulges my yearning. I refuse any restraint near me and my love. I've never "been in love" but there was a time– Saturn and Venus drew hearts around my eyes and head. I love the things and people that bring joy to me. My mind is a canvas, my heart? forever a museum of all the things I've ever loved and shall love. Too late to be yearned for, too early to be my own first love. My teenage years draw near to an end. The silver lining being; I'll never stop yearning. I'll never halt being a romantic even if heartbreak lurks alongside doubt and unease. ♡ 𖦹 ☼ ⋆｡˚⋆ฺ