A haters love story
A Haters Love Story I don't understand the women who have low expectations of men. Although I am no longer with any of the boys I have loved, they proved to me that I should never settle for anything less than a cliche, dreadfully romantic and awkward love. I can think of nothing less, nor hope for nothing less when I ever do love again; for I have been drawn by an artist, played ballads and sung to until I peacefully close my eyes. I have been taken to the beach, walked along the shores, whispering secrets until the sun falls, even written our initials in the sand, only to see them get eaten up by the sea in that way making them part of the beauty that are the ocean waves. We are forever sealed under the water, our secrets let out in the salty air. I figure I've had enough romantic experiences to drown in them. But I'd still like a couple more. Let me be clear, I never figured myself a romantic: A pessimist, a cynic maybe, better known as a hater. I laughed in th...