twiliheroine

Can the innocent love with which a young woman pours over the pages of book, written long before her time, by a man she will never meet, never know, be matched by anything? Can her pure, child-like belief in the words ever possibly lead her to change the world? Word by word, person by person, can the effect that the ink placed by a man over one hundred years ago, that changed her life so dramatically, ever lead her to change others in the same way? Or am I just being foolish for thinking it could one day happen? Well, if foolish I am, foolish let me be. After all, she's still a child. Maybe, just maybe, one day, when she grows up, if she sti