“My very own shoujo romance”

It’s really terrifies me that, as I grow a lot older, my dreams of a shoujo romance will be nothing more than that. I know how weirdly hard falling in love is, even if I’m surrounded by it everyday, but as years pass, I’m constantly reminded that love looks less like the spring and high school uniforms I’ve seen through the screen, but more of like winter and the uncomfortable, chilly breeze. Oddly enough, the more I’m surrounded by this truth, the more I escape to and yearn for shoujo animes and mangas (；ω；)

The more I think about it, I realize this is all very shallow of me. It should be obvious from the start that the things I see in television won’t mirror things in real life, but hey!! Maybe it’s not that bad for a girl whose only romantic experiences are unrequited crushes and the few and far between relationships of her friends…