I want flowers and love notes. I want chocolate and teddy bears for Valentine’s Day. I want to curl up on the couch and watch hours of cheesy rom-coms without a care in the world.

At first glance, I probably don’t seem like the type of person who wants a cheesy type of love. I seem content with being single—and I am—but that doesn’t mean I don’t think that the corny love letters and stargazing in the bed of a truck don’t seem appealing.

Hopeless romanticism is more than daydreaming about your dream partner and fantasizing about your future wedding. Sure, I listen to a lot of “love” songs, and I believe that everyone has a soulmate. Yeah, I may or may not have a Pinterest board with hundreds of pins saved depicting even the smallest detail of my future wedding, but there really is more to it than that.

When I fall in love, I fall hard and I fall fast. I notice little things that change, or what they do when they get nervous. I notice how their clothing choices reflect their personality, or how their smile changes when they’re doing something that truly makes them happy.

What someone looks like isn’t the first thing I notice. Whether it’s the hopeless romantic in me or the empathy, I notice someone’s personality first. Their personality, then their eyes, then the rest of their physical appearance. I don’t care whether my person is stereotypically attractive. It’s who they are that matters to me.

I want the type of love that envelopes you. A fairy tale type of love, like Cinderella and Prince Charming. Like Belle and the Beast. Like Buttercup and Wesley. I want love at first sight. I want butterflies in my stomach and stars in my eyes.

I love the little things, like smiles and hugs. I love the idea of love letters and chocolates. I want flowers and dances in the living room. I want people to be able to look at us and think “oh yeah, those two are in love.”

It’s not all cupcakes and rainbows. I have unrealistic expectations about what my future will look like. My standards are too high. Breakups affect me for ages, and I never truly get over them. Love makes me emotional.

Even when it hurts, I don’t fall out of love easily. One of my biggest flaws is that I am so incredibly emotional. I fall for anyone who is nice to me, and I fall very quickly. After I fall, I struggle to get back up. I never stop loving.

The idea of being in love is appealing to me because I think love is beautiful. Maybe my head is in the clouds, but I believe that love is the most beautiful emotion. Love causes people to do crazy things, but it’s so incredibly beautiful. It makes the world go round.

I love weddings because I love the feeling of love being in the air. It makes people happy. It pushes all past conflicts to the back burner and pulls joy to the forefront.

Love is one of the things that makes life worthwhile. It gives you an end goal—something to look forward to.

To put it simply, I love love.