I wonder about all the thoughts people have ever had about me. If anyone ever thought of sending me something just like the messages on the unsent project, if anyone had ever typed a paragraph that deep and profound and unsent it. I wonder if I could have been pulled out of a dark place by a potential message but they decided to let their words slip away. Love is a very particular emotion weird but so comfortable. It can both bring you onto cloud nine or dump you into the depth of your despair. I often catch myself losing track of my thoughts but it always finds its way to the topic of love. Being a hopeless romantic in the 21st century has its perks. The opportunities that arise from dating apps, mutual friends online, having everyones information at your fingertips and etcetera. Being a hopeless romantic in the 21st century is also one of the most tragic of love stories. Speaking of tragic love, Shakespeare once said "‘Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind’ such beautiful words were the inspiring truth but now, they represent nothing but a mere dream.

In a generation that romanticizes hook up culture, one who hopes to meet the love of her life has to go through dozens of heartbreaks. Boys who want her for her hourglass figure but not the incredible passion she has for sports. Boys who love her long silky hair but will lose all his so called 'feelings' with one chop. Boys who compliment her enchanting smile yet could not put aside five minutes to listen to her hopes and dreams. Boys say "be here at nine" instead of "I'll pick you up at nine." No more opening car doors no more spontaneously showing up at her house. Even in 1823 Lord Byron could foresee this, chivalry is dead. Boys submit messages to the unsent project. Boys recognize their mistakes only after losing a woman but it's okay, they move on in a week. You may have noticed I have a lot to say about boys but men - men are different. A typical personal may define boy and men as roughly the same. "Boys are just a younger less developed version of men right?" Very true but so very wrong. Men find their woman and hold onto them tight. To men, the right woman makes everything else a blur. Men see the woman of their dreams for her beauty, yes, but men will transform that perception of beauty. Her hopes and dreams are reflected in her smile, her careful diet in the shiny hair. Her figure comes from a lifelong hobby and most of all, he knows they make each other happy for every single reason there could possibly be.

I wonder about all the thoughts people have ever had about me. If anyone ever thought of sending me something just like the messages on the unsent project, if anyone had ever typed a paragraph that deep and profound and unsent it. In a generation that romanticizes hook up culture one who hopes to meet the love of her life has to go through dozens of heartbreaks. For a hopeless romantic, boys everywhere are put on a pedestal but it is when she finally loves herself that her one 'man' reveals himself amongst the boys. He will send that paragraph expressing his love instead of putting it on some anonymous website, she will finally know what it feels like to not have to work for his affection. Maybe he will enter her life right when she finds her own confidence or on a rainy day holding an umbrella over her head. When the day comes, "love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind."

I wonder about all the thoughts people have ever had about me. If anyone ever thought of sending me something just like the messages on the unsent project, if anyone had ever typed a paragraph that deep and profound and unsent it. I wonder if I could have been pulled out of a dark place by a potential message but they decided to let their words slip away. Love is a very particular emotion weird but so comfortable. It can both bring you onto cloud nine or dump you into the depth of your despair. I often catch myself losing track of my thoughts but it always finds its way to the topic of love. Being a hopeless romantic in the 21st century has its perks. The opportunities that arise from dating apps, mutual friends online, having everyones information at your fingertips and etcetera. Being a hopeless romantic in the 21st century is also one of the most tragic of love stories. Speaking of tragic love, Shakespeare once said "‘Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind’ such beautiful words were the inspiring truth but now, they represent nothing but a mere dream.

In a generation that romanticizes hook up culture, one who hopes to meet the love of her life has to go through dozens of heartbreaks. Boys who want her for her hourglass figure but not the incredible passion she has for sports. Boys who love her long silky hair but will lose all his so called 'feelings' with one chop. Boys who compliment her enchanting smile yet could not put aside five minutes to listen to her hopes and dreams. Boys say "be here at nine" instead of "I'll pick you up at nine." No more opening car doors no more spontaneously showing up at her house. Even in 1823 Lord Byron could foresee this, chivalry is dead. Boys submit messages to the unsent project. Boys recognize their mistakes only after losing a woman but it's okay, they move on in a week. You may have noticed I have a lot to say about boys but men - men are different. A typical personal may define boy and men as roughly the same. "Boys are just a younger less developed version of men right?" Very true but so very wrong. Men find their woman and hold onto them tight. To men, the right woman makes everything else a blur. Men see the woman of their dreams for her beauty, yes, but men will transform that perception of beauty. Her hopes and dreams are reflected in her smile, her careful diet in the shiny hair. Her figure comes from a lifelong hobby and most of all, he knows they make each other happy for every single reason there could possibly be.

I wonder about all the thoughts people have ever had about me. If anyone ever thought of sending me something just like the messages on the unsent project, if anyone had ever typed a paragraph that deep and profound and unsent it. In a generation that romanticizes hook up culture one who hopes to meet the love of her life has to go through dozens of heartbreaks. For a hopeless romantic, boys everywhere are put on a pedestal but it is when she finally loves herself that her one 'man' reveals himself amongst the boys. He will send that paragraph expressing his love instead of putting it on some anonymous website, she will finally know what it feels like to not have to work for his affection. Maybe he will enter her life right when she finds her own confidence or on a rainy day holding an umbrella over her head. When the day comes, "love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind."