“True love, like any other strong and addicting drug, is boring — once the tale of encounter and discovery is told, kisses quickly grow stale and caresses tiresome… except, of course, to those who share the kisses, who give and take the caresses while every sound and color of the world seems to deepen and brighten around them. As with any other strong drug, true first love is really only interesting to those who have become its prisoners.
And, as is true of any other strong and addicting drug, true first love is dangerous.”- Stephen King
Comfort; noun: a state of physical ease and freedom from pain or constraint.
As kids, we are rocked, kissed, stroked, hugged, and picked up when we need emotional soothing. Again, as we get older, words often replace touch. We are soothed by hearing that it’s okay to feel as we do, that things will get better, that we are loved despite whatever we did wrong. Nevertheless, you deserve to feel love, joy, and all good feelings about life.
Some lucid dreams escalate our childish imaginations by mirroring reality in the most horrifying ways, bringing forth new monsters of lore. After all, this must be how the myths that birthed monsters were first created by the writers, right? One such creation are the werewolves. What does a werewolf’s curse actually entail, the ability of being able to turn into a wolf or the ability to turn others into a monster just like them? Read in this poem, what the Curse of a Werewolf meant for a lonely young girl…..
The special one:
They say that the best things occur to you in life, when you least expect it.
Little did we know that the Professor we despised would one day play the role of Cupid in our lives. Owing to today’s occasion, here is a small gift for you, to cherish all the memories we’ve made since then.
A wannabe McDreamy.🩺