I had forgotten how much I love going to the movies. For 2 hours I get to immerse myself in a story, whose outcome has no impact on me whatsoever. I am a hopeless romantic at heart. I love sappy romantic comedies, romantic period movies, yeah I am a girl.

What’s wrong with that?

When kids are younger they are so free, free to believe in all the goodness that is out there because they have not yet experienced the logical, and sometimes painful realities of life. As teenagers, they are still niave enough to believe that love CAN conquer all.

Can’t it?

It is so silly that as adults we become so practical, so reserved and so afraid to share the true essence of who we are. I wear my heart on my sleeve. Except for the times when I am scared of what others will think – then I take my sleeves, turn them inside out, and keep everything to myself.

Why do we do that?

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