Kissin frogs?

And at last, she stopped being a dreamer. She opened the eyes and stopped believeing in fairytales. She accepted that there's not any blu prince to save her and go to his magnificent castle, and that she won't fined anyone kissing frogs. But she also discovered she needn't, and  understood, at least, that walk in safe is overrrated, and risks have their charm. She knew a lot of people won't understand her, and she would be judged without any mercy. She knew people would talk about her, but it doesn't matter. Because she was happy, though really she hadn't anything. She walked on the tightrope without a safety net, feeling the adrenaline in her blood everytime. Following her impulses, ignoring her reason, which tried to warn her of the danger of falling.
She had discovered the charm of half-sentences, hints and double meanings continuous in each word. She had discovered the interest of the forbidden. And she knew what she was doing was considered wrong, strange and inexplicable. But she didn't care, because that was funnier than kissing frogs.

#Triss