MY WES

Recently, I have been immersed in a rom-com book called "Better than the Movies"

It is so relatable that I see a part of myself in Liz - the main character and also the narrator.

Liz is self-described as a beautiful yet weird girl and like most girls, she displays a yearning for being desirable and popular during her high school days. Despite her effort to hang out with everyone-likes-them girls, she still finds it hard to be a part of this circle. At the end of the day, she has no choice but accepts how she is and she feels comfortable with her own "stranger" friends. In Liz, I see my innocent and naive version as I used to be the one who endeavors to satisfy people's expectations and desperately asks for a sense of belonging in a popular girl group. 

The haunting imaginative feel of being deserted captures me in a bleak and desolate jungle where everyone has their shelters while I - a hopeless and daydreaming girl exhaustedly embrace my loneliness. Grown-up is evitably scary but maturity sets my light on the refuge for my awkward monster since I am eventually embraced and adored by my like-minded friends who constantly show a great affinity with my overthinking.

Wes - my unapologetically charming prince is supposed to be a social butterfly but willingly adores bizarre aspects of Liz. He silently and secretly exhibits his tenderness and care for his crush, which is not me but every girl dreams of. 

A dream combination between a perpetual daydreamer and a sweet and caring boy melts my heart so if you consider yourselves a hopeless romantic, you should cherish your fertile imagination and crave for a probably non-existent love story by spending your days folded between the pages of "Better than the Movies".

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