She loved too many things, that was her problem, and they didn’t always love her back. Some times they would run away, like the field mouse she kept in her pocket for two whole weeks. Others would slip softly in to the realms of forget-me-so, where ballet shoes and half empty diaries collected dust bunnies and sighs.

What they did not know is that she was seeking true love, the sort you only know when you find. She had to try everything, explore Wonderland until she found the silver slippers that would take her home. All the same, it hurt everytime she let one go.