I am a girl. I am romantic. I am not going to give up gushing. I want to fall all over you. Even when we have been together for years, I want to remind you again and again why I love you. I want to throw my arms around your neck and tell you every little thing I love about you. I want to pine away for the things you do best when you are not around. I want to kiss your face all over and start lots of sentences with “I love it when you …,” But you - these hopes I keep slipping into your pocket - you tear from my palm, throw at my feet and trample every single one of it. I trusted you.