
Movies, television shows, and books alike, they all leave me unsatisfied. When am I going to find my Chandler to his Monica, my Ross to his Rachel, my Haku to his Chihiro, my Howl to his Sophia, my Henry to his Clare, my 葉湘倫 to his 路小雨?
I'm not going to fall off a rooftop with Prince Charming and kiss in the rain, I'm not going to travel back in time to find my soulmate, I'm not going to marry a boy right as I'm about to die of cancer. Things aren't as sweet as they are in the movies. Most of the time, it leaves a cavity and a broken heart.
We're in love with being in love, but when it actually happens, it doesn't have to be perfect, it doesn't have to be in in the rain or by the baggage claim or in the woods or in the middle of the ocean, for all I care. The fact that it's happening would be enough.