a fitzgerald kind of love.

“He smiled understandingly-much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced--or seemed to face--the whole eternal world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.”

–f. scott fitzgerald

I mean, seriously? What more could you want or need in life than someone who looks at you “with an irresistible prejudice in your favor.” Sa-woon the whole way to the moon.

So maybe I am a little bit obsessed with the Great Gatsby. And, maybe because of that, I’m just a tinge obsessed with Fitzgerald. Ok, (I’ll admit) so much so that I’ve considered naming my future son ten years from now—Fitz. (I promise that’s not also after Mr. Ezra Fitz from Pretty Little Liars. Though, he is pretty swoon-worthy himself.) Anyways, as of late I’ve become a bit of a Fitz nerd, but I just can’t quite help myself. Therefore, if you stick around, I’ll be sharing many more fab Fitzgerald quotes in the future.

This excerpt from Gatsby, though, is my ultimate fav. This is what I hope to find. This is where my hope lies. Sure, I’d love a tall, dark, and handsome Italian Stallion with green eyes who loves his mother. However, I don’t care what form he comes in as long as he understands me as far as I wish to be understood.

For some reason this reminds me of the quote in P.S. I Love You where the mom says, “I know what it is, not to feel like you're in the room, until he looks at you or touches your hand or even makes a joke at your expense, just to let everyone know... you're with him. You're his.”

Both of these are the kinds of things I seek out. It’s that overwhelming, undeniable connection that I crave. I feel liberated, loved, and needed whenever I am in a room full of people and someone makes a comment, joke, gesture, etc. and my eyes lock with another person’s. It’s that feeling of being understood like Fitz talks about. That reassuring smile that you weren’t the only one who picked up on it, or thought that last thought. Someone else got it. Someone else gets you.

Here’s to you, Fitz. (Francis Scott, Ezra, & the like.)