Love stories are always the same, throughout the years there has always been a man and woman and two different possibilities. Either they click right away, or they don’t and after a series of arguments, eventually click. This is of course with variation.
I have always loved Jane Austen, even when I was younger I would sit and attempt to read her novels (especially Pride & Prejudice), confused by the old fashioned “lingo”.
My friend Emily and I were talking about this the other day and we both agreed we would like to fall in love just as Elizabeth Bennett did. However, so far while being at school I have not met anyone worth being interested in. It may be that freshman excitement, whatever the reason I feel as though I’m out of place, and at least 20 years older than everyone around me.
I think I’ve always had an “old soul”. I’ve always been the one more interested in reading, than playing tag. I am not saying, however, that I missed out on any part of my childhood, because I had an amazing childhood. I just feel so though I should’ve been born in a different era, one in which I could relate to people my own age more often.
Call me old fashioned- but I’m just waiting for my Mr. Darcy.