Just Because I’m Resisting The Wine Doesn’t

True Love Was Forever Lost. The Prince Was Never Coming Back To Kiss Me Awake From My Enchanted Sleep. I Was Not A Princess, After All. So What Was The Fairy-tale Protocol For Other Kisses? The Mundane Kind That Didn't Break Any Spells? Maybe It Would Be Easy - Like Holding His Hand Or Having His Arms Around Me. Maybe It Would Feel Nice. Maybe It Wouldn't Fell Like A Betrayal. Besides, Who Was I Betraying, Anyway? Just Myself.

That Maybe You Should Make The Most Of What Time You Have? That You Shouldlive While You’re Alive?

Could I Betray My Absent Heart To Save My Pathetic Life?

So It’s Still Standing?” He Managed To Get Out Between His Snickers. “i Would’ve Thought You Two Had Knocked It To Rubble By Now. What Were You Doing Last Night? Discussing The National Debt?” Emmett Howled With Laughter.

I Just Know I'm Too Much Of A Wuss For Stephen King's Books. I'm Way Too Chicken To Read Horror.