My mother use to read
fairytales to me and my sisters at bedtime. I guess this was the beginning of
my need for Happily Ever After. I love Happily Ever After. I always want the
princess to win her man and the two run off and live in the castle happily
forever.
The first time I read a romance
book that ended without the heroine and her running off to live Happily Ever
After I loved. The tortured hero and the foreboding heroine agree to be more
than friends but less than Happily Ever After. Somewhere deep down my soul
rejoiced and I learned something.
While Happily Ever After can
happy most often it doesn’t. The princess may get her man but it might not be
the Happily Ever After she imagined. I don’t think I’ll ever lose faith in
Happily Ever After but I do have mad respect for those whose ending is not
assured.
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