And they lived....

“All that matters is the ending, its the most important part of the story, and this one is very good. This one is perfect,” Johnny Depp from Secret Window.

I don't have any endings to tell you, but I do have a story. This story is 100% true and that is the best kind of writing. You know writing like that comes from the heart. The heart is a very good place to get stories, because it doesn't pick and choose words, characters, setting, and actions. It just exists to reciprocate love... and to be loved in return. So obviously, heart= good for stories.

Okay, so there was once a princess named Nina. She was fairly attractive with red hair and eyes that were sometimes green and sometimes brown. She was a little shy, but could talk very fast when she was nervous or excited and sometimes when she was happy. She didn't have a lot of things, but the things she had she was thankful for. She loved animals and was passionate about saving all manners of strays from the wilds of the city, or the kennel at the animal shelter. She met a man who was honest and brave. He was older than her by a number of years. He was very cute though and he made her laugh more than anyone else. He told her stories about his life and she told him about herself. They could spend a long time just talking, and then one day they became more than friends. Kissing was suddenly the princess's favorite past time because the lips that kissed her were very good at making her feel as if she were the most beautiful girl in the world. She loved the way he smelled, the way he watched her sleep, the way he made her things to eat, and the way nothing scared him. The man, the princess learned, was in love with her. He would do anything to be by her side, and she would do the same to be by his. It was imperitive that they be together, but he was no prince. He couldn't whisk her to a castle or a yacht. He brought her to his home and they made love there. It was after this that the princess learned that her lover was a rebel patriot; a leader of a war to overthrow the king. OK OK, so there was no King to overthrow and no war. The princess liked to think of her wonderful boyfriend as a rebel because he pretty much was, and some of his stories made her wonder if he would have loved her if they had met at different times in their lives. Of course, different times in his life when she was actually alive and not some egg floating in her mother's womb. When she looked into his eyes she knew the answer to her query; they would have always fallen in love, no matter where or when. They were meant to be together. The princess decided that because she was a princess, her man could be a prince. He looked the part and acted the part and had a real life princess to back up the title. They lived together ever after making each other smile.