Sigh. Love will never find me. I can only find it in idyllic movies and books. Yes, so I'm a big loser and I just finished watching the last of the Anne movies and I can never settle for anything less than absolute rapture.

God, I just want to be in love with summer and lay in the grass, buried in the June sun and hold someone and know that the moment is irreplaceable and the feeling is unsurpassable. And here I am... very much in the dead of winter with snow ensconcing in layers of loneliness and my overly romantic heart rejecting reality and embracing ideas.

I'M SO DOOMED! What was that whisper of a noise? Oh wait.. it was my heart slowly splitting into what is life and what is dreams. Once again, sigh and cry. The desires of my morose and whispering heart have become routine, have fallen into the monotony that I live to outwit.