I was once a young girl, searching for Heathcliff, years ago. It’s a funny thing – Want. Need. Silly young girls are fools who hopelessly grow into foolish women. Don’t read about your prince in books, in the fairy tales written by fools wanting more. Charming is long gone, replaced with the shell of Illusion – a cardboard cut out of lovely, loveliness. Let your eyes drink in the beauty, let your heart lap up the promises, let your lips contort smiles of splendor – never take your fingers off the pulse of the Illusion…it's fading fast.
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