Hopeless Romantic. 328 to go…

As I watched Tarzan with my friend Nicole this evening, she said to me “Abby, I would categorize you as a Hopeless Romantic.” And it made me chuckle.

I’ve kind of always known that about myself, but most other people don’t see it. It was funny to me that she pointed it out.

I watch Tarzan and get jealous. I wish for the same sappy thing at 11:11 every day. I still hope that this boy (or almost any boy) will ask me to homecoming. I listen to Chris Davis and wish for someone to sing to me. I repin photos of cute couples on Pinterest.

It’s a serious problem.

Love you!



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