Dear Diary,
The last 24 hours hath been exceptionally eventful. This morning I awoke holding on to my love of the fair Rosaline, and now find myself longing for the far more beautiful young Juliet. Oh how I long for our joining in marriage this morn.
But I am ahead of myself. Thou art probably begging for details. Therefore I shall start at the beginning: this morn in the pursuit of Rosaline.
As I hath told thou, Diary, Rosaline shall not have me. She hath chosen the maidenhead path, which be a shame as her beauty is twice as bountiful as every other maiden except the fair Juliet. I digress. While walking through the market this morning, the Capulet fools challenged our family, the Montagues, and a brawl broke out. The Prince interfered, threatening to end any other brawls with the taking of the lives of the Lords Montague and Capulet. It was for this reason, I believe, that when my band of drinking fools and I attended a Capulet party, we were left alone.
This party, Dear Diary, was the bash of the century. The great city of Verona has never seen such a party of gayly dancing and merry drinking. However, despite the joyfulness abounding in the building, I could not shake the feeling that our breaking into the party would end with the taking of a life of one I hold dear. This feeling grabbed hold and shook me violently until I laid my eyes on the ever beautiful Juliet. I found her, and to my great joy she allowed me to kiss her. There is now just one problem staring me in the face, Diary. The fair Juliet is a Capulet.
Despite this I ran to her balcony, and overheard her profess her love for me. Having heard that, I showed myself and professed my love as well. Although I remember that words were exchanged, I remember not what they were, for my heart has plunged me into great ecstasy. However, Diary, I do remember she has agreed to marry me. I am living the coveted life of every lover, to marry the girl i dream of. As I write to you now, I await my love's letter containing her plans to meet.
I still have that sickening feeling, Diary, that something horrible shall happen. But with my lovely Juliet at my side, what could go wrong?
But I am ahead of myself. Thou art probably begging for details. Therefore I shall start at the beginning: this morn in the pursuit of Rosaline.
As I hath told thou, Diary, Rosaline shall not have me. She hath chosen the maidenhead path, which be a shame as her beauty is twice as bountiful as every other maiden except the fair Juliet. I digress. While walking through the market this morning, the Capulet fools challenged our family, the Montagues, and a brawl broke out. The Prince interfered, threatening to end any other brawls with the taking of the lives of the Lords Montague and Capulet. It was for this reason, I believe, that when my band of drinking fools and I attended a Capulet party, we were left alone.
This party, Dear Diary, was the bash of the century. The great city of Verona has never seen such a party of gayly dancing and merry drinking. However, despite the joyfulness abounding in the building, I could not shake the feeling that our breaking into the party would end with the taking of a life of one I hold dear. This feeling grabbed hold and shook me violently until I laid my eyes on the ever beautiful Juliet. I found her, and to my great joy she allowed me to kiss her. There is now just one problem staring me in the face, Diary. The fair Juliet is a Capulet.
Despite this I ran to her balcony, and overheard her profess her love for me. Having heard that, I showed myself and professed my love as well. Although I remember that words were exchanged, I remember not what they were, for my heart has plunged me into great ecstasy. However, Diary, I do remember she has agreed to marry me. I am living the coveted life of every lover, to marry the girl i dream of. As I write to you now, I await my love's letter containing her plans to meet.
I still have that sickening feeling, Diary, that something horrible shall happen. But with my lovely Juliet at my side, what could go wrong?
