I fell in love with The Wizard of Oz the moment I saw it.
I swore that one day, I’d marry The Wizard of Oz.
I know that it’s illegal in most states, but I don’t care.
Then, I read the book.
It was so much better.
Sure, I loved the movie, but the book was just marvelous.
Is it cheating when you fall in love with a movie, but love a book more?
Or are they the same, just two different facets of the same gem that you adore?
I ended up marrying a hooker in Vegas, named Toto.