I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot. or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle belore knew that I had begun.
Sybbie read the familiar words to herself as she sighed. Those were some of her favorite words in the entire Pride and Prejudice. That was saying something, considering it had been her favorite book for the last five years.
Whenever she read it, though, she could not help but secretly long for a romance of her own. She was only 17, but she knew herself well enough to know she wouldn't fall in love with the first boy who looked her way. She needed to know him, and for him to know her. It could not be based on physical attraction alone- that was a dreadful way to love in her opinion.
She wanted a love like her parents had. Not Tom and Sybil, although she knew their love had been pure and genuine and so wonderful, but when she thought of what true love looked like, she thought of her father and stepmother.
Tom and Lucy weren't afraid to speak and display their love for one another in front of her or her younger siblings.
She knew and could see they adored everything about each other, even when they got annoyed or upset or full-on angry.
Their love was the definition of romantic and friendship love in their daughter's eyes, and both wished and prayed that she (and their other children) would one day find a love like their's.