Mr. Darcy: but I came to town to convince my best friend not to marry your sister because your family is so much below him, but when I met you at the ball, I began to fall for you because you’re snarky, quick-witted, well-spoken, intelligent, and I find that you have the most beautiful green eyes. I’m a sucker for your eyes.
For a long time, I held this belief that letters solved everything… After all, Elizabeth began to change her mind about Darcy and Bingley asked Jane on a date, all because of a letter. I don’t have enough fingers to count all the people that I’ve written to these past three years. I spent Sophomore year writing to Derek, telling him what he already knew. I wrote to Josh, to Andrew, and again to Derek. I wrote to Cameron, the boy who holds my heart, when Cederick asked me to prom. Then I lost Cameron. Then he came back.
Except, it turns out letters don’t solve everything. Sometimes, you’ll write a letter to a boy to apologize for being too bold, to tell him you understand he’s got a broken heart and you’re not there to disturb his healing process. And he’ll call you and say he needs to talk, led you to the middle of the quad and tell you he doesn’t want you with your classmates just yards away.
Mr. Darcy:but I'm going to act coldly distant to you for a long time, , then awkwardly admit my undying love to you and save you from liking a horrible liar and gambler, then propose to you, telling you I love you not for your beauty but for your mind.