Love

<h2>(print: (passage:)'s name)</h2> <section class="flex-container title"> <section class="titletext"> She was in [[love|really]]. She had never been in [[love|not really]] before. Never had experienced that tingling that radiated new sensations down her arms, through her legs, a lightness in her feet. But was it [[real|true love]] or just a passing [[fancy|crushed dreams]]? Time would [[tell|truths]], the stories said. Yet time here might be years or days or decades or minutes or centuries. And she desperately wanted to know now. No [[telling|falsehoods]] what might happen in the future. //By Deena Larsen for Dr. Ted Fordyce's class as an example of a hypertext that uses semantic and double-meaning links. Download this and open in Twine to see the rationale behind the links. // </section> <img src="love300.png" alt=a woman in love with a question mark> </section>

<h2>(print: (passage:)'s name)</h2> She had [[read about|truths]] love in so many places, so many sonnets. So many songs. Yet she never [[really]] finished the songs. She never truly listened to what the next line was, and what lay under the [[surface|always ends]]. (cycling-link:"Moons and ferris wheels","But now it's just another show. . .You leave 'em laughing when you go") (cycling-link:"For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,","Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.") (cycling-link:"Back in that time when every melody was you and me","The words we used to sing before it went wrong") (cycling-link:"'Cause I see sparks fly, whenever you smile","My mind forgets to remind me you're a bad idea") (cycling-link:"Listen, as you call my name. . .You're somebody I can believe in","Disenchanted, once more. . . Disillusioned, encore")

<h2>(print: (passage:)'s name)</h2> The songs kept going through her head, and she knew all of the words. But she had never put the [[words together|not really]] with those [[giddy|A typical love story]] heights [[before|always ends]]. (cycling-link: "Moons and ferris wheels", "For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,", "Back in that time when every melody was you and me","'Cause I see sparks fly, whenever you smile","Listen, as you call my name").

<h2>(print: (passage:)'s name)</h2> The way to tell you are truly in love, someone once told her, was to look in the mirror and repeat the beloved's [[name|truths]]. And see if you smile with your entire face, your forehead, your eyes, your nose, as well as your mouth. And so she brushed her hair 100 times in the mirror, each time repeating that [[name|falsehoods]]. She thought she could feel the smile each time. But she wasn't [[sure|always ends]].

<h2>(print: (passage:)'s name)</h2> Wait, what? You thought I was being [[serious|really]]? How much of [[an idiot|falsehoods]] could you [[be|always ends]]?

<h2>(print: (passage:)'s name)</h2> When she was young enough to be tucked into bed and told stories, she would shiver down into her covers at the first words, which were [[always|not really]] "Once upon a time, there (cycling-link: "lived a woodcutter in the deep woods", "was a king with three daughters", "dwelt a dryad safe in her tree","used to be a wealthy kingdom by the sea","may have been a couple who loved each other dearly", "may have been a couple who loved each other dearly", "may have been a couple who loved each other dearly", "may have been a couple who loved each other dearly", "may have been a couple who loved each other dearly", "may have been a couple who loved each other dearly")." She would [[always|really]] at the end of the story ask her mother if the story were true. Her mother always said, that is as it may be my child. There is [[always|crushed dreams]] a grain of [[truth|falsehoods]] in [[everything|always ends]].

<h2>(print: (passage:)'s name)</h2> This is what she kept telling herself. There was no way this could be love. She was too ugly. She was [[an idiot|crushed dreams]] for believing in its [[reality|truths]]. She was too much of a wimp. She wasn't smart. She made mistakes. No one could ever love her. But then in a corner of her mind, she knew that what she was telling herself wasn't real or fair. She should not be telling these [[untruths|not really]] to herself, let alone anyone else. She could be [[loved|A typical love story]]. [[Truly loved|true love]]. She [[knew it|always ends]].

<h2>(print: (passage:)'s name)</h2> The stories her mother told her as a child [[always|truths]] ended in they lived happily ever after. But the stories had (if:visits is 1)[[[different|true love]]](if:visits is 2)[[[untold|crushed dreams]]](if:visits is 3)[[[predictable|really]]](if:visits is 4)[[[unreal|not really]]](if:visits is 5)[[[believable|truths]]](if:visits >= 6)[[[hidden|falsehoods]]] middles each time. And thus we come to the end of this typical love story.