Fail.

I fail at working stuff out for myself, I truly do. I wish life were a rom-com, where I could see exactly how it's supposed to pan out. I wish I could fall for whoever I wanted, but because life is a movie, it'll work out, because love conquers all. Does it not?

Somehow I doubt it. In the background, the credits to "Letters to Juliet" play, and I mouth the words to the catchy song playing. You have to take pleasure in little things, like romantic comedies, and smile, because life can be alright if you just go with the flow. Oh if only. I do love me a corny movie, and I love knowing how the protagonist will fall for the risky one. The safe option is just that, a safe option, and there's no risk of being hurt from being madly in love, because (of course) the other person is madly in love too.

I think however, that the safe course is wiser for me. To have a broken heart is not what anybody particularly loves to experience, me included. So I think I'll take what I deem the emotionally safe route... Unfortunately, this route reminds me of the social suicide that it would have counted as a year or two ago. Ah! If only if only...

I wish life was a rom-com.