When You’re An Old Soul And A Hopeless Romantic Living.

When you’re an old soul, and a hopeless romantic, living in a world that expects you to be everything you’re not some days it feels like a curse. Sometimes you’re forced to be a loner because no one really understands you and the more you hang out with people, the more you ask yourself if you’re an alien living with humans or if you’re a human living with aliens.

It feels like you can’t fall in love. Because you can’t find

It, and when you do, people don’t want it from you. They don’t want the kind of love you want to offer, they don’t want the deep connection that comes naturally to you, they don’t want the old-fashioned romance.

They don’t want your love because it’s outdated, it’s not cool, it’s not casual, and now it feels like the more you fall in love, the more you get your heart broken.

It feels like you’re alive but you’re not actually living because you wake up every day and you don’t know if you’re happy, if you’re in the right generation. You dream about another era, another time when life was more about peace rather than stress, when less was more, when beauty wasn’t so hard to find. You talk to people but you don’t connect, the communication is shallow, the words are meaningless and the bond is weak. You long for conversations that never end, for words that are real and heartfelt, for a connection between souls.

But some days, it’s a blessing.

Because you’re a dreamer among realists, you hope when all hope is lost, you love when the love is gone, you dig deeper when no one even wants to scratch the surface, you give when everyone takes, you radiate warmth, honesty and sincerity when people are only seeking power.

You try to find meaning in an empty world, you try to find the best of both realities and fuse them together and even though most of the time it feels like a struggle, at the end of the day, do believe you’ll win. believe you’ll prevail. Because when you’re an old soul and a hopeless romantic, you don’t give up. You don’t settle. You keep fighting. You keep dreaming. You believe that somehow, you’ll find the home you’re looking for. You’ll find where you belong.

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