The day after...

This secret is one I have been preparing to reveal for a while. I am undecided as to what it says about me - whether I've never experienced true love or that I absorb myself so much in literature that real life doesn't stand a chance. More importantly, is this a secret anyone else can relate to? I'm not sure it is possible to feel the pain of love more acutely than when indulging in Wuthering Heights...I guess only time will tell. Enjoy!

(I am using a larger picture format, is it better?)