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When I was little, people used to call me Snow White. Look at pictures of me back then and you'll know why. Pale skin, red cheeks, long black hair and a big smile, that was me. That is me, except for the long black hair.
Today I was driving to school with my dad and he was telling me about his newest invention. He likes to make things and invent things. He is so smart! But sometimes his ideas just sound sort of crazy scientist like, but they work.
He is amazing.
Anyways, it got me thinking. Maybe I am not Snow White at all!
I think right now I am Belle, in Beauty and the Beast. My dad is an inventor, my dating life is full of duds, my mom is too awesome to even be mentioned (words don't do her justice!) and I love a beast whose time is running out. The last petal falls on the 17th. And I know how it ends. He leaves, still a beast, and I will go on living.
I really do love him, but I am not in love with him. He is a beast. And he could so easily be a prince, but he is not there yet, not for me at least...
I am going to miss him so much.
I wonder if Belle would still have loved the beast if he would not have transformed into a Prince.