miss-dara

As Jane Austen once said, in order to fall in love with Mr. Darcy, one has to invent him first! As for me, I even didn’t have to invent him. From time to time, I have dreams about him.

I wake up early in the morning in a little house. The children and the dogs are left in town. You are not here either, but I know where I can find you. I roll myself up in a rug and quietly go downstairs. You are sitting on the pier with a fishing rod. You are wearing camouflage (you might as well go and fight as a guerilla). And your head is covered with that touchy, almost childish panama hat.

Either because of the morning coolness, or because of gushing tenderness, my breath is taken away. My leaps are searching for a spot that was not missed at shaving – “Morning!”

And I will certainly find this place. I will wait for the man who will understand me like no one else does. The man I will perceive as my own flesh and blood. May be it’s you?