But Mia had a perception of Love. Love that beautiful woman with faraway eyes who lived in her own fantasy. The complicated one who lived in the Cave of Unknown Destination. Hard to catch and forlorn to the touch of humankind. What need does Love have to disguise herself, what is more powerful than her? She hovers above us hour after hour each day and night as she sees the world. Hovers smoothly and elegantly with her hair flowing in the sky waiting for the right time to arrive. Been hovering there patiently as well as poise for years, months, and days. She was bound to feel her sparks from her footsteps soon. She was frightened and anxious all at once. Cute Michael! He has to be happy too. She couldn't wait to see Michael again and he was just as delighted as her. Other couples were proud to witness a love as pure as Mia's and Michale's because it was as if destiny had truley made them cross paths for a reason. One could only hope their spark would last all eternity, in spite of the hardships that awaited them. They were as happy as they could be. That's what they thought. But the older couples told them otherwise, so she began to question her feelings. Even if he didn't, the next time she got out of bed she would have to be certain, there would be guests gathered for the reception. Even those who barley bothered to show up for church came to celebrate. Some just stood there while others sat and chatted but they all waited. Regrets, that repulsive looking woman had shadowed the ceremony.
I capitalized the word Love like Hurston did with Death in her passage and also where Love lives. Hurston also made Death a character and I made Love a character too. The tone also went from narrator to more into a person thoughts which in this case were Mia's.
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