I never really had a thing for reading books. I
would usually fall asleep at the second paragraph. I didn’t understand the
power and magic that would come off the page. Such magic that it has gotten me wonder
about the power that words have on someone. Most recently the lust and sensuality
of E.L James have really gotten me. They should really warn dreamers and specially
woman dreamers that Christian Grey only exists on paper. What a disappointing shock!
I just turned 22 about a month ago, and have
been with the same man, my man for 7 years, maybe little more. And up until know
the only wonder that I truly have, is if I will ever have a love so extra
ordinary , so powerful and so fearful as the one that have read.
My imagination only ponders about what I should
do…
