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Tell me that I haven’t fallen for the most romantic thing ever.
Persuasion (by Jane Austen) has an exhaustingly beautiful and sort of haunting loving feel that drifts through the air, and actually, makes me long for a romance to stir me out of my sorrows.
A few lines of the letter that really catch me are these,
“I am half agony, half hope.”
“I have loved none but you.”
“For you alone, I think and plan.”
“You sink your voice, but I can distinguish the tones of the voice when they would be lost on others.”
You cannot tell me that is not romantic. To see a kiss, to share a kiss , to hear others recollect their memories of youth and love...makes me wonder why I let myself down and let go of the one who captivates my heart every time I hear their name. Even a thought of every second we spent together, any moment that arrives to my mind...makes my heart beat faster and makes me feel in a daze again...but then I feel my heart sink, because they are no longer with me. They no longer have me in their mind.
Jane Austen’s words are too powerful for my weak frame of mind, I fear.
Perhaps I will move onto the Brontë sisters for this week.