Ananyamously.yours

  Maybe it's just me or maybe it's you too, but have you ever felt like sinking into your couch after watching a romantic comedy? Especially one of those cheesy, disgusting Netflix ones that are themed around the holidays. Miracle of true love, finding the perfect one, yada yada yada. I know I said disgusting and cheesy, but Jesus do I love them from the bottom of my stupid, foolish heart. You bet I do. The whole point of writing this is to find out if you feel the same way as I do after watching one of these. I’m calling it the Rangover (romance hangover). For a few hours after watching this cute shit you’re hearing things in this one voice. Ya know? The fairy godmother voice or the calm narrator with perfect pauses and spot on tone? The one dude, the one that says, “ Once upon a time in a far away land”. YEAH, that. Suddenly you want to hold someone's hand and just laugh. You want someone to run across the airport for you too. Maybe look up at someone in the falling snow....

This is the one thing they made me repeat after them.  “Don't make homes out of people”,  “Don't make homes out of people”,  “Don't make homes out of people”,  “Don't make homes out of people”,  What they conveniently forgot to tell me was to not become a home for somebody. Don't become a home for someone who thinks the warmth that radiates inside the house  is a blessing from the sun and not your passion that keeps the fire alive. But I did just that. I made myself a home for someone who was looking through the window to stay for a night and I, in my naivety,  built them a house with the exact specifications they wished for because why wouldn't you become a home for someone who stood outside the door everyday despite the rain and waited patiently for an invite to come in. I painted the walls yellow and opened the windows to let the light in. I vacuumed the floor and kissed them goodbye everyday at the door. I hand picked the lights, rearranged the cha...