I Am...

I am hopelessly romantic and optimistic.

I wonder why I stopped believing in fairies and Santa Claus.

I hear whispers from flowers when the moon is high.

I see lanterns drifting and glowing in the sky, a modern fairy tale.

I want to gallivant to Paris and gaze at the Louvre.

I am hopelessly romantic and optimistic.

I pretend to have a strawberry tea party in the woods.

I feel ducks brush their fluffy, yellow bodies against my ankles.

I touch the wax seal on the love letters sent to me.

I worry about growing up too quickly, a Peter Pan tragedy.

I cry because of hurtful memories from the past.

I am hopelessly romantic and optimistic.

I understand that nothing good lasts forever.

I say “just be yourself, there is no one better”.

I dream about meeting Taylor Swift.

I try to improve my ballet technique.

I hope things will return to normal soon.

I am hopelessly romantic and optimistic.