Twelve

Martha

I woke up the next morning, my mind still fixated on that one name, Alex. I couldn't help but glance over at the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of him, but alas, he was nowhere to be found.

Reality hit me, reminding me that my romantic fantasies were just that - fantasies.

I couldn't expect him to spend the night in his car or whisk me away on a romantic adventure. It was a harsh reminder of my own longing for love and the disappointment that often followed.

My past experiences had left me yearning for affection, turning me into a hopeless romantic, longing for something that seemed elusive.

But hey, who knows what the future holds? Maybe one day, my delusional puppy-like optimism will lead me to a love that surpasses my wildest dreams.

Until then, I'll keep hoping and maybe even enjoy the journey along the way.

I flipped my phone over, hoping to see a text from Alex, but there was nothing. No call, no message.

After that night he texted me, I had this lingering hope that