i watched Becoming Jane last night.
alone. while my husband was at work. during girl week.
WHAT kind of foolish am I...
i'm not usually prone to swooning, now that I'm a wife and mother and corporate monkey.
i'm not usually given to flights of fancy...
and yet, i find myself still heart-broken at the practical good-bye
OF COURSE i know it was the smartest thing she could do - - for EACH of them.
OF COURSE i know she was right
but it's cold comfort.
i want her happy endings.
i crave happy endings... justice... love.
what?! what do you expect from me?
i'm a wishing star
or a guardian angel
or
a silly girl...
