August 23, 2006

Today's maritally-related literary punch to the gut.

From Charlotte Bronte's "Jane Eyre"

"I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you--especially when you are near me, as now : it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous channel, and two hundred miles or so of land come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I've a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly."

I've waited my whole life to feel this way about someone, and have him feel it back - and moreover, not afraid to say it back. I have lived without Douglas before, and in theory I probably could, but I hope to all the gods and demons in the sky and below that I'll never have to. I love that man.

Posted by Kat at August 23, 2006 02:46 PM
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