I will never give up hope that someday my prince charming will come sweep me off my feet.
I blame Disney movies.
And things like this:
I was reading a book the other day and one of the characters was talking about his wife, who had died a few years before.
“I can’t speak of her because, in my life, with all the words I have heard, there have never been any to describe what she meant to me. I try, but even the word love is not enough. She was my world. I have never, for one moment, since she died, stopped loving her or thinking of her. Even now, if she could walk through that door, I would give up my own life for just a moment with her.”
Seriously, I know it is fiction, but still…this is the reason I am holding out for true love.