Numbers

Ive always hated them.
Math and I started to disagree when it told me that numbers could appear in parts, and be divided by other numbers.
For some reason that blew my mind.
But then I realized...everything relates to numbers.

When you are raised in a house that believes in Disney and the morals that come with each of the ethnically diverse princesses, you assume one is the magic number.
One will come along and end all the saddness and begin a journey for you that could only be written in a story book.
It isn't until you have one that you realize that two could be that magic number.
Then two turns to three or four...when does the happy ending start?

I never liked math or numbers...in fact, I still hate them to this day.