I love Pride and Prejudice. The one with Kirah Knightly in it. I've watched it three times in one week. I can't help myself. I wish Mr. Darcy existed. I wish people still talked that way. I wish we still dressed that way. Sorta.
I sometimes wish we fell in love that way still. Yet, sometimes I don't. I'm a romantic at heart. Obviously. Ever since I was little I day dreamed of falling in love with my future husband, how he would propose to me, and how we would live happily ever after. I still do. Yet, as I've grown into the young woman that I am slowly becoming, I've realized it is not by any means, a fairy tale. It's my love story, written not by myself, but by my Lord. Yet, selfishly, I try to help Him write it. Why should I even dream of doing such a thing? The Almighty, the best Author in history! And I have the audacity to think I could add something to what He already has in mind. Or to try to skip a few pages into the romance. When I asked someone, whom I love very much, what if two people were meant for each other, but it hasn't worked out yet, he said "Then that story book is not over. Then it should be ready for the next chapter and the book marker will be taken out and things will start again in due time if it is God's will." I, of course cried when I read that. I'm not sure if he knows I was asking about us or not. A lot of people probably think I fall too easily or too quickly. I'm naive, yes. But, I don't fall in love easily. But when I do, if I ever have.. I'm so passionately loyal and in deep.
Maybe I'll grow out of this.
I hope so.
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