"She's in love, and the world gets blurry
She makes mistakes, and she's in no hurry to grow up
'Cause grownups, they don't understand her
Well it's a big, big world out there, but she's not scared...
She finds hope in the strangest places
She reads her books, and she knows the faces
Of everyone that ever said she's alone
She knows every word to the saddest songs
And she sings along, though her friends all tell her
That she can't sing...
She's eighteen, much too young
To know what a kiss like that would mean
But her lips, they were no stranger to the touch
And she likes it way too much."
--Mayday Parade, So Far Away

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Abigail Darnay?

Anyone who's read my profile on this site knows that one of my favorite books is Tale of Two Cities. If I could have highlighted it in bold, put it in italics, and underlined it in my profile, I would have, because it is my favorite of them all. Nothing can compare.

Anyone who is literate should read it in their lifetime. That is not a request, but an order. I love it.

Why do I like it so much?

Well...

I kind of fell in love with one of the main characters.

Literally, in love.

He was the kind of man that you'd never find in real life--courageous, caring, strong yet sensitive. As I read on, I found myself wishing I was his wife Lucie, or even his daughter Lucie, because he loved them with all his heart. I wanted him to love ME.

Pathetic? A bit.

It's not as pathetic as I originally thought, though. I've seen others fall in love with fictional characters. It's easy to become emotionally attached when you read their every thought, their every desire, their deep-down beliefs and dreams. When you know everything about someone and that everything is something you love, it's only natural to love them (even if they don't actually exist...).

So though my name on this blog is Abigail Morgan, it's only because Lucie beat me to Charles. Stupid whore stole my man...

:P Au revoir ♥

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Brilliant deduction My dear Bur.


I also love Tale of Two Cities.


...and I love reading your blog. it's really good..

here's a poem I've recently written...it just reminded me of how much you love to write.


Troubles

I capture your face
This time, this place
When all your troubles
Have floated on
Into the dead
Of the silent dawn

I whisper three things
Though I long to sing
When all your troubles
Have floated away
Into the dead
Of the night’s decay

Isn’t this perfect?
This scene so select
When all our troubles
Have floated afar
Under the treads
Of nowhere’s car

But they will return
And my heart will yearn
When all our troubles
Float back to us
In the wind
Of reality's gust


--Your Friend who shall not be named. (hint: Germiah Germ, and the fateful reindeer in Sweden)