#but much better phrased lol
My thoughts on the Gentleman Jack finale are not entirely formed yet, but I must say that while I adored the first season’s Austen-esque melodramatic romance, I think that the realism we have seen over the last eight episodes touched upon something a lot more meaningful than a hilltop kiss, beautiful and impactful as it may have been, could ever hope to reach.
Life is not easy, indeed, but we survive.
Once love matures from youthful blooms to strong roots, the real work begins. The battles are endless, fought daily, but being able to share that burden with the few people who understand you is what makes it bearable in the end.
Here is to a third season, as well as to the real Anne Lister who, despite all the faults and qualities that come with being a person, made this all possible by writing down her story and proving that yes, we have always been here. You might just not have found us yet, hidden in the pages of a journal, the underlines of a letter, or maybe even the loving message in the back of book of common prayer. But we were here. We are, and shall be.
