Tonight's movie was the 2007 adaptation of 'Persuasion' and sadly to say, it came on the heels of a breakup from my year-long boyfriend whom I love dearly.
Watching Anne's helpless scramble for the forgiveness and love of Captain Wentworth, it dawned on me, while unrealistic to hope for such a man, how utterly normal their love story is. Albeit, not every man will set aside his pride and respond to his bittersweet unwilling devotion with a letter saying simply, 'you pierce my soul' but it was as if Austen was commenting on the fairy tale in every love story. Like somehow, every ordinary romance contained some facet of the unbelievable.
If a man, rather - the right man, should ever say that to me however, I think I should run screaming to the chapel straight away. One sentence becomes the climax of an entire novel where most modern pictures require some elaborate, over-the-top, blood and gore fight sequence. Austen though can do it all, every flying uppercut, every sword thrust...in one sentence.
And it seems that while today was not the best of many I've had, it kept me in perspective as to what romance should be. What love could be. It may be plain, soft spoken, and well mannered but it's fires still burn just as bright.
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