Sometimes I really adore this time of night. The dreamer in me comes out to dance in the mist of the almost-midnight air. The realist in me, thus, lightens up a little. What is there to lose in a dream, anyway, but my inhibitions?
I think too much. I analyze too much. I am too much. Life, many times, is much simplier than we make it out to be. I need to learn how to relax all the time. You know...learn how to live? What. a. concept.
I finished Pride & Prejudice (much to Michelle's pleasure, she gets her book back!). I will say this about the book: it awakened my heart just a little. What beautiful sentences. An example, when Lizzy asks Darcy when he fell in love with her:
"I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look, or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew I had begun."
And people wonder why women salivate over this book.
It's not that I want a guy to necessarily say something like that to me (unless he's a great writer); rather, I want a guy to one day feel that for me. It matters not if he can express what he feels, than if he can show how he feels.
I don't worry about sounding cheesy here, or too much like a Disney movie. Because really, I think deep down inside, it's what everyone wants to feel. And you know I'm right.
