♪ If loving you is wrong, I don't want to be right ♪

My dearest, Ruby, pinned the following on Pinterest.

word.

 I am seriously in love with Mr. Darcy. 

I love you, most ardently!

He makes me feel butterflies in my tummy and let out long, lustful siiiiiiiigggghhhhsssss.

And so what I'm thinking is this: does this count as adultery? Because let's face it. These days I'd rather snuggle up with a copy of Pride and Prejudice or lay about on the couch watching the movie than snuggling up with the hubs. I'd much rather be spending my free time with Mr. Darcy. 

This is the truth.I love Mr. Darcy because he isn't perfect, but perfectly willing to admit his most intimate feelings and own faults (e.g. " I have faults enough, but they are not, I hope, of understanding. My temper I dare not vouch for. It is, I believe, too little yielding— certainly too little for the convenience of the world. I cannot forget the follies and vices of other so soon as I ought, nor their offenses against myself. My feelings are not puffed about with every attempt to move them. My temper would perhaps be called resentful. My good opinion once lost, is lost forever.”)

Or how about: “In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”

I mean, really?! *ssssiiiiiiiiiigggggggghhhhhhhhhhh*

I get all girlish and squealy and stuff about him. It's true. So, Mr. Darcy has my heart. Is this adultery? If it is, ask me if I care. Mr. Darcy for the win!