
Jane Eyre is my favorite book and my favorite love story, and even if the vacant side of my bed is never claimed by Mr. Rochester, I'll always believe that a great love is the highest form of art. Shakespeare, Neruda, and Brontë conjured up their visions, and I have one of my own.
Without looking or longing, I'll remain alone in a state of love before I share my life with a man whose connection to me is less than rare. I'll let the story write itself and then, just as it will, allow it to come to an end.
2 comments:
I'm envious of your trust. Love has come to me often, wearing a false mask.
I don't know if I lack the ABILITY to guard my heart, or if I just refuse to. I suppose since I have no regrets, whatever it is, it's good. Thanks for chiming in Sandra, I always love when you do. xxxok
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