“That doesn’t sound like you” am I not poetic enough? Do I not seem as Shakespearean as I hoped? I try my best to be sentimental, but it seems as though I’ve been losing my mental. The aptitude I once held has fallen below the depths of the deepest crevasse in the ocean, at least romantically. It appears my mind loves to wander when I am loving. Perhaps it’s a quirk of fate, the hopeless romantic, becomes truly hopeless. Am I forsaken? Or has it been an unlucky spell of women who leave me shaken.