Love

I am going to marry an English man. He is going to come along on a white horse and sweep me off my feet to the sound of I’m A Believer (Italian version) playing in the background.
Call me completely idiotic, but I am a massive romantic and believer in soulmates/true love/prince charming/happily ever after. I get that for most people, it doesn’t happen like that, but I believe in the minority, and desperately want to be a part of it. 

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I went to see Letters To Juliet today, and it just made me want that fairytale happily ever after so badly. The whole concept of true love, like not the stupid ‘love’ all my classmates seem to be obsessed with, but real love, just gives me such hope. I know real life isn’t like the movies, and things just don’t happen like that, but I like to think that a…varient could happen to me. 
Maybe I’m too obsessed with pop-culture, and because of it now have a stupid sense of reality imprinted in my mind, but it keeps me hopeful, and being hopeful leads to being happy, and what more could I want?
The other day on my formspring someone asked me how many guys I had kissed. When I said none, there was a minor uproar. How could I be sixteen and un-kissed?! (there are actually more of us than most people realise. We just tend not to flaunt it). But what I said on there, and what I’ll repeat here, is that I don’t want some random thing at a party. I don’t want to hook up with someone for the sake of hooking up with someone. I want it to have meaning. Maybe I’m an idiot, but I don’t want to regret it. This is much the same reason for why I’m waiting until I’m married before I have sex. I know we live in a culture where it’s the norm to have one night stands and lose your virginity at a young age, but I’ve seen way to many people want to take it back. Want a do over. At least if I wait until I’m married, I know someone cares enough about me to marry me, so it’s not going to be a regret. At the time, at least. 
Most people tell me I’m going to end up disappointed, but I have this idea in my head of a massive fairy-tale wedding in a big church and, as I mentioned at the beginning, a handsome english aristocrat at the end of the aisle. If not him, then Nick Jonas or Conrad Hilton. You know, I’m not fussy or anything. I want an olden-day romance, with chivalry and picnics and nights lying under the stars just talking. I want to kiss at the top of a ferris-wheel, and to be proposed to somewhere totally cliched like on top of the eiffel tower. I want to be able to quote classic literature and sing lame songs with him. For him to have a lame sense of humour, and be into totally hot-nerd things like english comedies and video games. For him to love Harry Potter as much as I do, and be able to talk about it for ages with me. I’ll even forgive him if he’s a hufflepuff. I want a guy who accepts me for me, weird obsessions, secrets and all.
Maybe I’ll have to kiss (or not kiss, if you base it on my track record) a lot of frogs along the way, but I know my prince charming is out there. I will meet him one day, and even if he doesn’t meet all  of my expectations (let’s face it, picky is probably a tame word to describe me right about now), I know it will still be awesome. Maybe I’ll find him tomorrow, or in a few months (French guys are hot), or maybe I’ll have to wait fifty years, like Claire in Letters to Juliet. I have no idea, but I do know he will be worth the wait.
Please tell me I’m not the only one with hopes as deranged as these.


frangipani princess xoxo

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13 thoughts on “Love

  1. That was a wonderful post Frangi, it's so refreshing to hear that from a teenager. There should be more girls thinking those thoughts! You won't regret it, when they time comes it will be perfect 🙂

  2. I too am waiting for my English prince charming….or Irish…(as long as their from the UK-as I am, I'm happy.) Hopefully he'll be a Disney AND Beatles Fan as well as bearing a striking resemblance to Matthew Lewis…*sigh* I'll wait if I have to. :)Thanks for writing this awesome post! x

  3. No, you're certainly not. I'm almost 15-never been kissed. and you know, I could've been kissed-many guys have tried, but I don't like them, and I want it to be with someone I like and I'm comfortable with-you know? Ahhh your dream guy sounds awesome!Have a great weekend.xx,~Abby~

  4. Wow I really love that quote! I always have this sentiment that when you meet the right guy you will know. I doubt I'm going to meet him in the graffiti-fied halls of a high school (more kinda imagined I'll meet him in the cliche running into each other thing with the eye locking at some cool location like in a Parisian bakery) Then we shall have a picnic where I discover he is an artist and likes Harry Potter. His parents shall own a farm where they grow wine and there will be plenty of white horses (No brown horses!). And then in approximately two years time, we will wed in his parents farm that conveniently has a perfect pagoda set up for a wedding. So no, you're not the only one hoping for something cliche-romantic. Perhaps in France, the french version of I'm a Believer can be playing as you meet some French boy.

  5. i was 16 when i had my first kiss and it was far from great, far from romantic, it was in a mosh pit and it was gross. yeah, so wait you wont regret it.i'm all for finding mr right, prince charming, our own edward cullen whatever but i also kind of think that pop culture, the media etc place all these false expectations on us…i don't mean to by cynical i actually really loved this post, bella xx

  6. That was a really nice post. It's nice to know I'm not the only person out there who thinks like that. Most of my friends have been kissed and I have not. And I got laughed at when I said I agreed with sex after marriage. I have friends who practically jump on the first half-attractive guy they see, and they move through boyfriends so quickly that they can't even be classified as boyfriends. I don't want to turn into that, even if it means I'm going to have to wait until I'm fifty to find someone. It's nice to know someone feels the same. That was an amazing post; thank you for writing it.

  7. That was a beautiful post. It speaks of true things like love and no regrets. It seems like the guidlines for true love. And Prince Charming may not fill all this criterea but he will accept it. One of the young boys I know (I'm 15) promised me that he'd be my first kiss. He said it'd be everything I'd wanted when I didn't expect it and that he'd be the first one so that I'd never be afraid. Aw….

  8. my italian class went to see letters to juliet and that was exactly what i was thinking after i watched it! i'm so glad to know i'm not the only one out there to think that! so… thanks for posting that:)

  9. Do you remember the three of us crooning in anticipation at the preview of Letters to Juliet?! I'm still looking forward to it just as much! Such a lovely post George. I have this little hunch I'm going to get picked up by a gorgy parisian boy and we will ride the streets of Paris on his scooter/moped – with me clinging on for dear life. Trouble is, we're in Paris for a week. Either he'll have to hurry up and meet me at the airport or I may have to settle with a lover from Lyon. Tots going to happen. I'm sure of it!Wohoo! I'll be 16 and never been kissed too next week and I'm kinda proud. Nothing to regret in that department so far.I love you so much! Your blog has just gotten more amazing over the years. I remember when you first started, I used to print off all your posts and pin them up on the fridge! Hey that reminds me, we should start up our letters again. ESPECIALLY whilst you are in france! I miss you Georgie :)xoxoxox Bella

  10. I'm 16 too and I've never been kissed. It's strange how so many people are shocked by 16 year olds who have never been kissed.I have daydreams all the time about my Prince Charming. Sometimes I think that maybe these high expectations of mine are just gonna leave me disappointed, but I still just keep on dreaming ;)xx

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