I’ve read 10 Lisa Kleypas books straight over a period of 3 weeks, this being the 10th. I think I need to stop. My heart is breaking for a love I could never have. I want a man written by a woman to love all the parts of me— my pros and my cons, the pretty parts along with my flaws. In need someone I can be enchanted by and who is enchanted by me. Someone I cling to and cry with and snuggle with and live the rest of my life with. I need the other half of me. Yet, I’m a 24 year old wallflower who has never even been kissed and life just isn’t like how it is in books. Knowing that is curse.

So I’ll crawl into bed
and hide under my cover,
Crying for my foreign home
And my long lost sweet lover