So Elinor ends up marrying Edward. This is all good and well. I liked Elinor's character immensely - she really was my kind of heroine. But it was Marianne's "happily ever after" with Colonel Brandon that left me so unsatisfied. Because she didn't want him. Not really. He was just a convenient, fortunately kind and rich alternative. She wanted Willoughby. Who was a jackass, yeah, yeah, but what difference does that make?
What happens to all those almost girls? The girls who came so close to securing a guy, only to just lose out. Or opt out. Is it regret that taints the rest of their years? Or relief? Can anyone ever truly compare to the one who got away? Or the one that you released? It's not right to keep someone who you don't really love, just for the sake of no one else having them. But love or no love, I can't bear to imagine what it's like when someone else does have them.
The more I learn about love, the more it terrifies me. And I am more and more certain that there is no force more merciless in the world.