The First Encounter

There is a new gorverness at Thornfield Hall who certainly means well. She enjoys teaching Adèle and quite frankly is fairly good at it. However, this woman is not like most of the other woman in my life. Something is different about her, but I cannot seem to put my finger on it. Jane-I believe her name is-is certainly a mysifying lady.

I remember our first encounter...quite ironic it was. I met her for the first time on a hilltop at night just a little ways from Thornfield. I was returning to Thornfield on my horse, with Pilot traveling along side of me, when my horse suddenly lost his footing on a patch of ice. I fell from my horse and hurt my ankle. It was at this time I then realized a stranger's company. this stranger was a woman. I asked her to aid me in getting back on my horse, for the pain was too severe to do it by myself. During our fairly brief communications, however, I learned that this young lady was going to be the governess to my sweet Adèle. Therefore, I knew she and I would soon meet again.

An intelligent lady she proved to be. She enjoyed her job and her little pupil too. Her name was Jane Eyre and interesting she was.

Love? Yes Love

I think I have fallen in love. Love? Love. Love? Yes I believe that is what they call it. My heart sinks into my stomach when I see her, my head spins with a million thoughts when I speak to her, and my body tingles when I look into her eyes and see that she feels the same way I do. What a talented, intelligent, and caring woman she is. Hearing her soft, sweet, smooth voice is like a charming melody that I cannot get out of my head. Listening to the story of her past inspires me. Gazing at her artwork touches me, for like a true artist she is able to capture her emotions and display them on a canvus as powerfully as she experiences them. Watching her care for Adèle as if Adèle were her own daughter warms me. Her presence comforts me. Her name is Jane Eyre and she is Adèle's governess.

She is a governess...a governess...a governess. Oh this just isnt right. She is a poor measly gorvness and I am a rich master. This just wasn't meant to be. It can't be. People don't support relationships such as this. Jane is from a lower class then I. She is not on the same level as I. People look down upon different class marriages, such as this. What would people say? What would they do? Oh but who cares! I don't! I love Jane Eyre! I love her. I love her. I love her. This love is not something to be tampered with. Not something the useless opinions of others could destroy. These feelings, these sensations, these emotions I am experiencing are too special to be wasted. I love Jane Eyre and I do not care what other people say or do. Jane may be a governess, but I do not care. She is smart and kind, mysifying and beautiful, fun and passionate...she is Jane Eyre and I love her. Yes yes yes I most definately do.

Gone Like the Wind

She is gone. Oh dear Lord she is gone. I awoke this morning to find my beloved Jane had fled Thornfield early this morning. Oh it was just yesterday when we were together. We were such a happy couple on the verge of ceremoniously becoming a part of one another. Such a beautiful and romantic day it was to be. Jane and I would finally get the chance to seal our eternally lasting bond with the wonderful words of God. Nevertheless, things, as usual, did not go according to plan. Oh my wicked wicked past. How it continues to haunt me each and every day of my life; for at the altar I was rid of all my secrets. Jane came to know the truth of my existence and this truth she did not appreciate. My past turned her away.

My darling Janet has found out about Bertha and her good morals lead her away. She cannot marry me simply because I have already been married to another woman. Her religion advises her not to marry me, and so she listens. Now she is gone. My sweet Janet is gone. What am I to do? I'm at a complete loss. My body feels numb and my heart feels cold. Where on earth do I go from here?

An End At Last

I Edward Rochester have won this painful battle of love. The kind loving sweet breathtaking Jane Eyre is finally mine. I have suffered through many long days and long nights without her by my side, but at last she has come back to me. How I remember that day so clearly; that day Jane followed her heart. It was just an ordinary evening. I sat at my usual spot in the parlour with Pilot as my only companion. My head turned towards the door as someone entered the room. I thought nothing usual. It had to be Mary. She would always enter into my room at night bringing me candles and a glass of water. However, something was different tonight. Pilot was awfully excited. He jumped yelped and bounded towards the trespasser. I was slightly confused. It was only Mary. Pilot had seen her numerous times. She was no stranger. Or maybe it was? I called out for the human being to speak. It was then when I heard the voice. The voice that I had last heard a very long time ago. The voice that I longed for each and every day. It was Jane. My beloved woman Jane. She spoke with her melodious voice as the words rolled smoothly off her sweet tongue. I thought at first that I was dreaming. I could not believe my dear Jane, who I thought to be dead, had come back to me. I thought to myself that perhaps my own life was coming to an end. I believed God had heard my prayers to join my Janet in his realm of happiness some call Heaven. However, I was soon reassured I was still alive. Jane was truly here. She took my breath away. I took her into my arms and embraced her with all I could. I did not want to let go. I would not lose her again. I could not take that pain once more. The way I felt during this memorable encounter with my love, Janet is simply indescribable. My heart pounded so hard that I felt like it would be torn from my chest, my stomach stirred with a strange feeling, and I felt as if I was floating on a cloud with the sky surrounding me and nothing but the weight of the clouds holding up my body. It was truly a magical moment. It will be certain that I will never ever forget this enchanting event.