You can think I'm the romantic type, the one that loves getting flowers and says "I love you" all the time with every single piece of my heart. You can think I'm the type of girl that dreams on the perfect boy and that will smile with a heroic act. That I'm one of those girls that can not wait until their marriage so that I can wear a beautiful white gown and walk down an aisle covered by my favorite flower.
Newsflash: I'm not. Nothing I said above fit me. I'm not romantic. I don't even want to get married. And when I think of Prince Charming I can only remember Cinderella and that Ken-like husband of hers. I don't really like Ken. When I think of romance, I think of cupcakes and laughs. I think of reading an impressive book that makes you fall terribly in love with the character. I think of smiling all day long. I don't think of cuddling with a cute guy or hanging out with the most popular and cool guy I know. I don't think of "I love you"s and of marriage. Maybe I have more in common with Summer Finn (500 days of Summer) than I thought.
But then again, in the end, Summer believes in "happily ever after".