My Fairytale Ending

My love, my Darcy. Through thick fog, through turbulent storms, through life and all its illusions, we have found each other.  We complement one another like the sparkle of the morning sun to the sleepy dew on the grass. I cannot express my thanks to a higher power, that I will not be so alone in the world any more. Its amazing there was someone like you out there waiting for someone like me. Falling for you was like finding an ancient treasure: your not sure it exists, the only thing pushing you on is your hope, the adventure inside of you, you almost turn back like everyone else. Cuts, bruises, and pain all envelope your body until that one day, the sight of the treasure makes all of the pain in the world worth it.  I love you and will show it to you everyday for the rest of my life, through my kisses, glances, words, thoughts, gifts, children, and presence. Again, it is almost like a fairytale, my life, and I hope I will not one day wake up an d realize it was a dream. I love you my dear, all our problems and pains were worth just one second of being in your arms.

The Feeling One Can Only Read About

   My books, my stories,my alternate imagination, have led me to bieleve that the feeling one obatins when extremley happy can happen to anyone. I never bieleved it. Why should I, when so many of my generation have never even seen this feeling. But I bieleve now. Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy,  Lady Of Pemberley Manshion. Loved by Darcy is all ive dreamed about for the past couple years of my life. I feel that feeling only described in books, and yet can not describe it. My life is worth living now, this glow inside of me have soften my ways, put smiles on others faces, and admiration in Darcy's eyes. I love him, and I wish more of us could be this blessed. But through our pride and prejudice we have found something stronger, love.

Wishing On a False Star

    Sometimes when I imagine Mr. Darcy and I, I imagine us sitting in front of Pemberley Manshion, happily married, and watching our little one playing in the grass. Now that dream so far from reality. I wished on a false star, one that looked so bright to me, something I wanted more than anything else. The closest I will now ever get to Pemberley is looking at it from a distance, watching Mr. Darcy and his well dressed wife sitting and giggling at their handsome children playing in the grass. I fear that my strong opinions will stop me from ever being happy, happy like my dear sister was lucky enough to obtain.

Clever Tactics

     My clever mother and her annoying tactics assume they will someday push Bingley and Jane together. During Dinner her winking and blinking seemed to push everyone else out of dinner excpet Jane and her "future husband". My father crawled back to his study, Mary to her books, Kitty was forced out, And I was called out by my over excited mother. She seems to think that she will push Bingley to marry Jane. However, I know that he will never get to close, because of a to pridefull an powerfull friend: Mr. Darcy.

Time Is Light- Free

My time I have spent knowing Darcy, may to all of you seem like about a year or two. Acctually it has been more than that. I feel like I try to show signs of my affection and try to make things move along. I have done completely the opposite, refusing his proposal, insulting him, embarrassing him and pushing him away. To me this has all felt like minutes. Time is like light, you can see it pass you by or on your skin, you can feel it change you, but ultimately it is free. You can not catch light or time, but you must enjoy the moments you have with it. I could learn a lot from this philosophy.

The World Around Me Is Grey While I Am Red.

This world the forces greater than me chose to put me in lacks color, originality. I begin to think I must be for another time, to be born to a family of philosophers, writers, day dreamers. I do love my family but I am red while they and the world around us is grey. The matter of such important things to me, marriage, love, ideas, thinking, has no value in the world in which I struggle in. My sisters hold no value I do, maybe Mary, but then she is in her own world. My parents are loving but fail to see what me and my sisters really need. I am surrounded by fake people with malicious ambition. The only other person with color I have seen all my life is the one I thought was the most opposite of me, I turned out wrong, Mr. Darcy.

Pathetic

I am sorry to say I found In my presence a pathetic little weasel. This weasel's name is no other than Mr. Collins. Short in stature, dull in mind, low in confidence, and lacking looks, this man has become the laughing stock in my family once again. He bielves his opinion is one we hold dearly and wait for anxiously, when in fact we laughed our way through it and never gave a response, why would we send a response? Better things must be accomplished, like feeding the geese or daydreaming.