Something More

     I find the beauty of Dracy's protectiveness over his sister intriguing. The way he talks about her, the gentleness yet strong pride in his voice sends my eyes wandering over his face in questioning. This man is not just the pridefull, silent, cold, man most people make him out to be. There is defiantly something more. I catch glimpses of this second Darcy in the way he holds himself, the flicker of his eyes when he talk to me, the strength of his hands when dancing with me, the way his posture changes when noticing I am in the room. I am intrigued my this new character I am starting to seem more of. I only wish that I could break the barrier between us socially, so that I could see the real Darcy. The one who cares so tenderly for his sister, or defends justly against Wickham, or is loyal to Bingley, and yet still has place left for me. I only wish I could admit to myself my feelings for him. Somehow I believe I will never be able to do so.