If he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed, he fell into despair and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a beast?
They think we’re lesbians. It’s ridiculous. I don’t even like looking at my own vagina.
C o u r a g e doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says, “I will try again tomorrow”
—Mary Anne Radmacher