I guess it's time again for Destiny to sort out the things I had never thought otherwise possible. It was then, and though it may be too soon to say, so it is now. I once told Mom the most wonderful faculty we possess is not the power to remember but the facility to forget. I suppose I've turned into a clump of scar tissue as I aged -- the dead membranes clotting into a nothing can hurt or touch. I am unfazed, unmoved, unfeeling. Occasionally, my tears shock me. But how long can I go on like this? It's not easy waiting for my 'perfect-ten-princess'. She's unattainable, and secretly, I can wager she does not exist. In a way, I have sealed my fate. My destiny is that -- to wait. But when I try going easy on that scale, it gets scary. An eight out of ten or a seven and a half is princess enough. I will even bargain on that number. And once I do, contenders loom from among the dust of fingermarked albums. Some from the grim cogs of memory. Some from the reams of fai...
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