...dreams Were Dreams And Reality Was Reality

I Refuse To Let The Past Find Me Here.

We Don't Look At Each Other Anymore. Not Really. Not Since I Pulled Him From That Opium Den. Now When I Look At Him, I See The Addict. And When He Looks At Me, He Sees What He Would Rather Not Remember. I Wish I Could Be His Adored Little Girl Again, Sitting At His Side.

But The Past Cannot Be Changed, And We Carry Our Choices With Us, Forward, Into The Unknown. We Can Only Move On.

Retribution Is A Dog Chasing Its Tail.

Women Who Have Power Are Always Feared.