While she could hardly fathom what had just happened to her that night, she reached some conclusions before she fell asleep, certain things now made perfect sense; Moon River didn't sound so syrupy, mistletoe wasn't such a bad idea, and perhaps dating was not such a frivolous waste of time after all.

If a man cannot serve two masters, neither can Christianity, or several thousand of them as the case may be.

It was only high school after all, definitely one of the most bizarre periods in a person's life. How anyone can come through that time well adjusted on any level is an absolute miracle.

Falling in love is very real, but I used to shake my head when people talked about soul mates, poor deluded individuals grasping at some supernatural ideal not intended for mortals but sounded pretty in a poetry book. Then, we met, and everything changed, the cynic has become the converted, the sceptic, an ardent zealot.

The simple everyday experiences become the doorway to new thoughts and inspirations.

You cannot hinder someone's free will, that's the first law of the Universe, no matter what the decision.

Art is in the eye of the beholder, and everyone will have their own interpretation.