Running through the woods, she wiped away the streams of tears screaming and whimpering down her face, and she angrily pulled and tossed the pins out of her hair. Then, she stopped for a short second to pull her dress off the brush it had caught onto, but quickly realized it didn’t matter anymore. So she ran faster, and faster, letting her feet tumble underneath her, giving no care or cry to the scraping thorns ripping through her stockings and into her royal porcelain skin. For not even ten thousand thorns would surpass the pain of his vicious words.
What she thought was love, was no longer.
Today, I searched for love.
And, I was successful.
Because I Googled for “Love.”
And, even if what I originally thought was true love turned out not to be, I felt absolutely no pain.
Instead, I just clicked “Next»,” confident that I would find True Love amongst the 104,284,098 results.
Welcome to 2009. The year where we search for love, in a whole new way.