A simple Whisper

Joy is me! How happy I am- I do not deserve such happiness! My spirits have been lifted, and I am soaring! How many others in the world are unhappy at this moment while I am jumping for joy? I do not know! There must be countless amounts, so I feel so cruel. My happiness so bright and loud while my own little sister is in pain? How horrible am I to be so blissful? It ruins my mood, but I know the true feelings of the truly blessed! It cannot be expressed in words.

My dearest Mr. Bingley's visits, first unwanted, now are cherished! It was so wonderful! He asked me to marry him in a hushed whisper, how fond I am of his kindness! He is too much! I cannot believe it is true! If this is a dream, I do not ever want to wake. To be honest, this dream has been far too wonderful to be true, but then again, I doubt myself too much! I am too pleased, I am beyond words that can express my mood! It is such a strong cheerfulness yet a slight pang of pain for being so happy. How can I enjoy myself so much while my own dear sister Elizabeth suffers so?

I am a horrible sister, but I cannot help myself in rejoicing about my dear Mr. Bingley. Such excitement, thinking about it, I will soon be Mrs. Bingley- Just the thought of it all! Dear me, I may explode from the happiness! I wish everything will work out for the best with my little sister's relationship. I would die if I was the only one who married happily.