Seriously, I fell in love with Jane Austen’s love story.
You were walking in the woods.
Then you meet someone arrogant, then you meet love.
And you were caught off guard.
Then the sea of emotions drown you in.
You feel you can really fly.
So you write and let it out.
Then when it’s all there, you give up.
He gives up.
Then after summer and spring, he chose someone else.
Then you meet his daughter.
Then she asks you to read.
With pure innocence that you were once fueled by his father’s presence.
That’s just so horrifying and inspiring.