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In the movies, it was always beauty killing the beast.  I’m no beauty, and he’s no beast, and there will be no killing — just love.  Today, for the first time in far, far too long, someone told me they loved me because of my mind, yet not at the expense of my sex.  Why is it that a man from two hundred years ago can see things that go unnoticed by men from today?

Barnabas didn’t say this in so many words, but you can sing a song without reading the notes, right?  Well, I heard music.  He’s a work of art and of science… my science.

Loving him was too frightening to admit until he met me half-way.  Benedick to my Beatrice?

JHMD

 

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