I read that same passage this morning where Mary told Anne what Wentworth said about her. I felt my chest tighten, and thought how comforting to have in my life a man who has told me repeatedly, in more than one way, that he will never forget who I am. That poor girl!
The love of your life must have strong emotions and convictions, no doubt very tender as well. Maybe she only lashes out when she feels she has been disregarded. Intent to hurt, I understand, may not be there, but there must also be intent to be conscientious enough to not cause harm by accident. There must be presence of mind and consideration of the potential for harm to be caused so as to be avoided.
I am going to wait for my true love. If Anne can do it, so can I.


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