Hopeless Romantic

You are watching,
A Romantic movie.

You always knows the kind,
Boy meets Girl,
Girl meets Boy,
Both fall for each other,
Sing around trees,
On daily transport,
Pass all difficulties,
Token break up,
Heart-warming reunion.

The warm, fuzzy feeling
Prevades for hours,
Until you actually feel and think
That.

Actually Love,
Is NEVER like that,
Atleast Not in real life,
It's stylized,
Larger than life,
Obviously a work of fiction,
The cross country road trip,
Would never lead to her
In the end.

You won't bump into each other,
You won't get on the same bus,
You won't get in the same auto,
You won't live in the same colony,
You won't sing and dance on the same road,
You won't repeat the same dialogues in life.

But, then you still sit on your,
Bed, Chair, Sofa or,
In a Theatre,
All Alone,
Wishing,
Hoping,
That it would happen,
To you someday.

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You are watching,
A Romantic movie.

You always knows the kind,
Boy meets Girl,
Girl meets Boy,
Both fall for each other,
Sing around trees,
On daily transport,
Pass all difficulties,
Token break up,
Heart-warming reunion.

The warm, fuzzy feeling,
Prevades for hours,
Until you actually feel,
And think That.

You snuggle up to your,
Girlfriend, Boyfriend,
Partner or whatever,
And see it’s obviously a work,
Of fiction.

However,
You don’t care.

You share an ‘awwww’ moment,
Maybe a kiss or two,
And then start thinking,
About something else too.

Because you don’t see them,
Wishing it was you.

You look at them,
And see yourself,
And your love.

Because it has happened to you
To a certain extent.

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You wonder,
Whether these thoughts
Are True,
Whether your 'red italics'
Wishes were correct.

Whether your theory,
will be proved,
Or disproved,
In spectacular style.

Does love in the movies,
Exist,
In the minds of the lovers?

Or is it still just,
A Hopeful Dream,
Of a Hopeless Romantic?