Matched love.

I just closed Jane Eyre.
I embarked upon it four times-- started when I was 16-- and finally fell into the story about a month ago.
After that, it was devoured. The tender, lilted writing. The enveloping descriptions. The hot tears induced by rich story.
Seriously, read it.

I have always claimed that what I need from my mate is matched love. I am confident that Charlotte Bronte felt the same.

"I know what it is to live entirely for and with what I love best on earth. I hold myself supremely blessed-- blessed beyond what language can express; because I am my husband's life as fully as he is mine.
No woman was ever nearer to her mate than I am; ever more absolutely bone of his bone, and flesh of his flesh.
I know no weariness of [his] society; he knows none of mine, any more than we each do of the pulsation of the heart that beats in our separate bosoms; consequently, we are ever together.
To be together is for us to be at once as free as in solitude, as gay as in company.
We talk, I believe, all day long; to talk to each other is but a more animated and an audible thinking.
All my confidence is bestowed on him; all his confidence is devoted to me; we are precisely suited in character; perfect concord is the result."

I have absolute faith that I will find somebody who will allow me to join the ranks of Jane.

♥