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.