Pandora's Anxious Adventure

I am in love with the idea of love. I am infatuated with the concept of romance. I am fixated on the heart. With a never-ending supply of sources, I continuously fuel this part of my world. From the music, I listen to and the playlists I curate I fixate on the ephemeral concept of my first love. The boundless collection of romance novels littering my room, Kindle, and many wish lists forms a momentary dream of what I want from a relationship. And the visual media I tend to consume is concentrated only in a romantic universe, where everything has a happy ending. Surprisingly, I'm thoroughly realistic about love and romance in real life. Simply because of the relentless disappointments that have been thrown at me throughout life. From a lackluster dating life to uninspired interactions with the opposite gender, I've quite frankly chosen to step back from romance, personally. I still gobble up every little piece of the romance experience I can vicariously through music, media