Why So Much Baggage?

    Not long after my engagement to my beloved, a woman by the name of Gwendolyn appeared at my family manor. She seemed like a swell young woman until she she claimed to be engaged to my Earnest. I told her she was confused because I was to be wed to Earnest. She assumed I was mistaken. How dare she? I cannot believe the audacity of some people! Not too long after, we learned that Gwendolyn was engaged to my Uncle Jack who pretended to be Earnest Worthing while I was engaged to a man of the name Algernon Moncrieff. Gwendolyn and myself found ourselves to be quite upset by these men lying to us. I felt betrayed and disgusted. But my love for this man they call "Algy" did not change. I took comfort in Gwendolyn rather than one of my companions because she knew the pain and horror I was suffering. You may think we ran into their arms days later, but we did not. We stood our ground. They tried apologizing and we did not budge. Gwendolyn's mother payed a visit and that is when the truth came out. We discovered that Algy and Uncle Jack were brothers and their fathers' name was Earnest. It was so perfect, so meant to be. Also we discovered who Uncle Jack's real mother was. His mother was Mrs. Moncrieff, the sister of Lady Bracknell. After such a roller coaster, I know better days are ahead as I marry the love of my life. Though his name was not always Earnest, I am sure he will be as earnest as they come.

Officially Official

     The other day, I broke off my engagement with my lover, Earnest. I wrote him a letter stating how it would only be appropriate and that all engagements must be broken off at least once to be considered more serious. I then responded to myself through Earnest's point of view begging for us to stay together. But by the end of the week, we were back together and more in love than we were before. I thought that was a big relief but weeks later, my Earnest appeared unexpectedly to our family manor. When I learned of who he was, my heart fluttered and skipped one too many beats. Our eyes connected the moment I saw him and his smile was the light at the end of a dark tunnel. I was overjoyed that he knew who I was. His love for me was not there YET; I could tell that it soon would be due to the look in his eyes. As the sun grew closer to the end of its appearance in the sky, Earnest and I grew closer as well. The most shocking thing happened though. When my dear Uncle Jack returned from his trip a few days earlier than expected, he claimed that Earnest had been killed in Paris. Confusion overtook my thoughts. How could my love be dead when I was just simply staring into his eyes not too long ago. When Earnest appeared, Uncle Jack looked as if he had seen a ghost. After the confusion was cleared up, Earnest announced he was staying for a week and I knew this was my opportunity to get him to fall in love with me. As the days passed on, Earnest and I grew closer. Taking a stroll one day, Earnest proposed to me. I then concluded by telling him of our engagement and the look on his face was horrifying. Once I explained my logic behind it, he was fine. It is official; my Earnest is officially MY Earnest!

My Secret Engagement

    I think I am in love. I am yet to meet my dearest Earnest and my love for him is already so strong. I dream about him and what he may look like. I can not wait until our first meeting. Though we have not encountered one another, we are already engaged to be wed. The Earnest in my dreams proposed to me and of course I said yes. The real Earnest is yet to know but once I finally meet him and announce our engagement, he will be pleased. I feel as if I can not speak to anyone of this engagement besides my diary, that I tell all my secrets to, and my good friend Dorian Gray. He frowned upon me telling him of my engagement. He then concluded by saying that I should wait until I first lay eyes on my dearest Earnest before I plan to spend the rest of my life with him. Dorian's logic is such pish posh. How can one only think mainly about looks rather than the love two beings share? After our talk, Dorian told me how strikingly beautiful I am and how I should court someone such as him or even him. But I gravely refuse. He damned his last lover by breaking her heart resulting in poor Sibyl taking her own life. I do not want to end up like her. Besides, I only have eyes for my dearest Earnest tho our eyes are yet to  meet and our souls are yet to inter wind and become one.

The Stranger, My Love.

       Uncle Jack went to the city again... His reason for leaving is his younger brother, Earnest. Uncle Jack informed me about his brother and his mischievous ways. Though he sounds very troubled and lost, I cannot help but feel a connection to this mysterious man, Earnest. It sparks my interest that he is always in a "situation" of some sort. That kind of lifestyle can only be lived by someone whom is free and daring, or careless I suppose. Though I am only a young lady, I long to meet this man full of trouble. My best friend, Ismene, scolds me for wanting a man out of the ordinary. She is such a goodie too shoes, always following the rules and trying to please everyone. I do not comprehend how she is still sane. But she is for sure that a man of Earnest's nature is merely poisonous for a girl like me. Even if her words are true, I still want to take a risk with this man I know nothing

 about besides a bad reputation. I can already tell he is the one for me. I find myself thinking about him during my dreadful German lessons. Miss Prism thinks I cannot concentrate, which is true. But German is so boring plus it is as if Earnest fills up all my thoughts leaving no room for anything else.

Searching for my non-existent lover

           So today, Uncle Jack went to the city yet once again, leaving me in this dreadful house. How dare he not have me come along with him as company. He goes quite often and I am pretty sure I can manage myself and search for a loyal companion at the same time. I am growing more and more into a woman with each breath I take and marriage has been on my mind lately. I want to find a probable suitor to court me and the city is the best place to find a man- hence my desire to go there oh so very badly. One of my mentors, Lady Macbeth, suggests that I should find a man with both wealth and power. I agree to a certain extent. I feel that a mental connection is just as important if not more important than wealth and power. Marrying a man well off had a good outcome for Lady Macbeth and as her protegee, I strive to have a relationship such as hers. But what about true love? I desire my husband to be a man of his word-truthful, loyal, and romantic. I will find the perfect man and he WILL love me the way I want to be loved.