Why am I so in love with a world I’ve never known?
A world which was just introduced to me five years ago, has now become another feeling of home.
Though through fiction and film feels real nonetheless as the characters portray who I’ve come to love best; I still sit here and question why I cling to what I know best.
I connect with these characters in such a way that I have no clue of how to explain… the residing feeling of a world I might’ve known if I had simply taken a chance long ago.
Taken a chance on a story that could’ve also been my own, and not just read in a period drama from over 200 years old.
Maybe there’s still a chance, although it’s grown a bit old.