you wear an ancestor’s face. you look like a woman you’ll never meet. in that mirror, there’s thousands of you. and in the bath, when you look down, she looks back, shaking and deforming in the ripples as she lies beneath the surface.
Me watching Pride and Prejudice (2005) mouthing along: If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever. If, however, your feelings had changed, I will have to tell you, you have bewitched me body and soul and I love…I love… I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.