sense and sensibility

I always regretted to recognize myself more in Marianne than in Elinor.
This stupid impulsiveness has brought to many problems to my doorsteps.
Just like in this very moment.
I look at you, you know. I look at you in deep thought, well, as deep as impulse can be. And I am thinking: no, but I really don't love you like that anymore. But there are other things you know. Feelings. And I definitely do project them on you.
Oh, could I just refrain from being so impulsive. It would serve us both very well