she read yet again 'good wives' by louisa may alcott. the sequel to 'little women'.
the part where laurie began to see amy in a different light. a new perspective he never thought of before. both were lonesome, away from home. in nice.
the love story woven was so subtle, so gentle. so demure. so beautiful. so sweet. it makes love seem so honorable. so pure. as it is meant to be.
that is one of the reasons she couldn't savour contemporary novels. where love was pictured so grossly.
love as everything of value, should be well hidden and treasured.
love should be sublime. yet true and steadfast.
love is non-ephemeral......
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