What would happen if Beast had rejected Beauty? Why would he have done that? How would he benefit from doing that?

I watch a love story and wonder when he is going to break her heart.

If you think you are, you’re not.

I may be a huge mistake. I don’t remember being correct.

I’m your mother and I expect that you will judge me. I would rather you just love me.

As I was walking towards home, I looked at the man who was driving in the snow instead of on the cleared road. As he came to a stop, unable to go any further, I turned back. I walked toward him and looked into his eyes to see if he was ok. He raised a gun and said, “Don’t give me any shit,” and shot. I felt the bullet go straight through my heart. I said, “I’m dead.” The onlookers went back to what they were doing. I gasped for air and said, “I’m dead. I’m dead.” I don’t think they heard me. “I’m dead.”

Waiting for THE grand gesture and getting instead, the grand jester.

I am the one you love. I am not the one you loved. The two are not one and the same. It’s that simple.

Sometimes people sacrifice love for fear of losing something they value only to realize after it’s too late that there is nothing more precious than love.

It seems like a week ago I saw something as especially desirable and unquestionably something I could not live without. Today I look again at the same “thing” and see nothing special at all. “It’s” actually starting to seem repugnant to me.  Isn’t  it intriguing how our brain can “fix” something like that to aide in our survival?