Iv been reading Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte and felt such a connection to the main character and her love Mr. Rochester. The chemistry between the two is simply uncanny and in the rawest form. i my self have a lover as he, well not lover but we'll use the term lousily.

 

Two prideful people that seemingly mirror each other in more ways then one but are neither alike, bound by something..Their Pride. Showing as little as possibly but being so vulnerable in a since. And one day it all come to a forceful halt. Is the emotion still there? Or has it faded away, ripped from your being like a hungry thief stilling bread. Do you leave or should you dig deeper and deeper till the pride is set aside and the truth is revealed and let the "love" flow.