Something's come to my attention over the past few days.
I've discovered that I like happy endings. The girl gets the guy or vice versa, big kiss on the lips, everything is tied up nicely with a bow and the world is a happy shiny place in the end kind of happy endings. Don't know why exactly I just do.
Which probably accounts for why I mostly read romance and stories where I'm pretty much assured that the resolution at the end will be a good one. Books where people have to suffer throughout do not appeal at all.
And which probably accounts for why I place feelings on things, people, places, etc. that don't actually belong there.
and I'm sure I'm going to get it...if I wait long enough...
*taps foot*
Okay, this waiting crap is for the birds, looks like I'm going to have to hack it out on my own... :)
