Last night discussing Jane Eyre (cuz that's how we roll), My Beloved re-told the story of the time in college when we went toe-to-toe with his lit prof at the incomprehensibility of Jane choosing what was proper over love. (I suppose this is where English Majors and book lovers divide: you either get the straight-laced Victorian culture or you don't.) But, as he explained it, true love is not a convenience, not a choice. (My Beloved would want me to say here that his is not the same as saying it gives a person carte blanche to behave like a cad. Cheating, temptation, etc. are all still wrong and cannot be excused.) Yet when presented with True Love, you must love back and be in love in spite of all else. It is a law of nature, like gravity, and must be obeyed. (Think Buttercup and how she had "less choice than the sun rising in the East".)
I was going to write that it would've been fun to have seen My Beloved's 19-year-old self arguing the philosophy and law of love with an honors college professor. But I bet he looked a lot like he did last night, holding my cold feet in his lap, reminding me once again how very lucky I am to have found someone who believes in fairy tales like me.
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