My Dearest Mr. Tilney

My dearest Mr. Tilney,

Why must you be so innoccently handsome?
Your smile has made me swoon over images of you today. It has prevented me from thinking about anything other than your face, and I really wish I will get a husband like you.

Of course as your nature tells us, if you had found me out for swooning over images of a wonderfully handsome young man you would tease me of my novel addictions. Or chide me for being a very un-virtuos woman.

And rightly so,
But seriously, get out of my head. Because this is getting more ridiculously stereotypical teenager then I would hope for.
But at least I am swooning over you, and not Edward Cullen.

I have created the worst lines for you that I think I have ever created, but here off the top of my head.

My dear Henry,
When I saw your face,
I saw an innocence,
In characters place.
Though I think it is silly,
I wish you were mine.
You are dashingly handsome,
and oh so fine.
And I am sorry but any man who understands muslim will be snatched up immediately by me.



Hurry up and find me!

.. Perhaps after all it is possible to read to many novels- Henry Tilney



In Christ