Becoming Jane Austen or Becoming Tom Lefroy?

Affection played an extraordinary role in their departed lives: one began to live on her pen and the other went back to his duty which his family depended upon. Eventually, they coincidentally met each others, who knows, many many years later. Though, their affection for each other was still stable and due to some circumstance, it faded to a more stable and understood relationship called friendship, I took my feet in their positions and made a thought, whether they had regreted it, the departure of their solid love? And if they had been young, full of passion and wisdom, thanks to their later days widened eyes, would they, especially Jane, have been brave enough to make the same painful decision?

I do not have a tough question in love. Even the one embracing me could not be descripted as tough. All I am concerning about is a bright fortune or an uncertain future. Will interests last forever? Should I, a passionate young man, elope with my desire of my interests, getting rid of my will-be steady fortune? The process of learning myself appears to be not the easiest one. If I can foresee who I will turn out to be, maybe the decision would be not that difficult. No matter what the final determination is, I only wish I will not regret and accept what is being offered, for I will have chosen a direction.