Life Offers More Than One Chance, Cathy,

You Trap Yourself Sometimes, By Thinking Desire And Need Is Love. Love Is Something Far More Precious, But Something Far More Fragile. As Fragile As One Of Our Tiniest, Most Intricate, Most Delicately Crafted Toys. Hold On To It Too Tightly, And It Will Crumble On Your Fingers, But Hold On To It Loosely, And The Wind Might Blow It Away And Shatter It On The Cold Ground. Listen To The Voice Comes From Your Heart, But Be Absolutely Sure The Voice Comes From Your Heart.

You Are The Most Dangerous Kind Of Female The World Can Ever Know. You Carry The Seeds For Your Own Destruction And The Destruction Of Everyone Who Loves You. And A Great Many Will Love You For Your Beautiful Face For Your Seductive Body; But You Will Fail Them All Because You Will Believe They All Fail You First. You Are An Idealist Of The Worst Kind - The Romantic Idealist. Born To Destroy And Self Destruct.

Love, Is An Unnatural Attachment To Another Living Thing. It's The Root Cause Of Most Personal Problems People Have.

After It's All Over, The Early Childhood, A Chain Of Birthdays Woven With Candlelight, Piles Of Presents, Voices Of Relatives Singing And Praising Your Promise And Future, After The Years Of Schooling, Fitting Yourself Into Different Size Desks, Memorizing, Reciting, Reporting, And Performing For Jury After Jury Of Teachers, Counselors, And Administrators, You Still Feel Inadequate, Alone, Vulnerable, And Naked In A World That Can Be Unforgiving And Terribly Demanding.

Life Offers More Than One Chance, Cathy, You Know That.