There are things in the human mind that are not meant to be seen or touched, things seldom even acknowledged by our conscious selves. Fantasies, impulses, rages, hatreds, primitive instincts. They're buried deep, usually, and that's where they belong.

Love without trust. The difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul

Sometimes reality is better than dreams

I know what I don't want. I don't want to live through somebody else. To do what others expect me to do, be what they think I should be. I have to make my own choices, my own decisions. I have to control my own life, at least as much as any of us can

But in real life, happily-ever-after is just the beginning. It's where life starts.

Maybe that's what is means to be human . . . forever questioning our certainties.

without understanding and respect, even love could turn into a trap all too easily