I am a hopeless romantic. 

Hopeless but romantic. 

Is that a thing? 

Expressing love in such a hopeless way, that love looks like plain white walls surrounded by nothing but darkness. 

It’s a light at the end of a dark tunnel. 

A cigarette burning against black gravel. 

Candles burning in a dim lit church. 

That’s what love is like to me. 

I hope one day you can see it. 

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