My good opinion, once lost, is lost forever

Mr. Darcy's good opinion, once lost, is lost forever. And if I were a wise Elizabeth Bennett, my good opinion, once lost, would also stay lost.

But of course, I'm not Elizabeth Bennett and we are, without a doubt, not dealing with a Mr. Darcy. I wish I could touch all the colours of this complication. I wish I could toss my hair behind my shoulders, and leave the all-consuming mess in my head there. Sad eyes, worried lips, fake smiles.

It's all I have to give.