Juliet's diary enrty

11/4

Love. Is there anything in the universe more beautiful, more wonderful, more magical, or more confusing than love? Before I met him, that is before I met Romeo, marriage and love was an honour that I’ve dreamt not of, but everything changed the moment our eyes crossed. We were at my father’s party. His eyes were blue like the deepest oceans. They called to me, drowning me in their splendor, depriving me of the oxygen that was him. O Romeo, Romeo wherefore art thou so beautiful? My mind woke me from the trance like state. I looked down smiling at his hand holding mine. Then it hit me! What am I doing! I’m supposed to be with Paris not him. I pulled away. I didn’t want to but i had to. After all, we did just meet.

He called me a saint, a holy shrine, and he a humble pilgrim. My heart melted. The next thing I knew is that I kissed him or rather he kissed me. A shock wave of emotions flooded through my mind, happiness, guilt, bliss, shame and perhaps even love. For a moment I thought I had caught hold of love and held it as my own. For a moment I thought I understood why everyone wanted love so badly. But then that moment ended and I was left feeling guilty and regretful. From my lips Romeo’s sins are purged. I had to give them back so I kissed him again however only this time I only felt the tinkling sensations of that kiss. Then nurse called and that was when my happiness ended.

Romeo is a Montague! My only love sprung from my only hate! What am I to do? I’m torn in two. I love my family but I love Romeo. I can’t love Romeo if I love my family and my family won’t love me if I love Romeo! The shame on my mothers face will be too much for me to bear, let alone the disapproval from other family members. Why must I fall in love with a Montague? O Romeo, Romeo wherefore art thou Romeo? My heart sank and was as heavy as lead. I couldn’t understand why this had to happen to me!

I went out to the balcony to try and get a break from everything, but instead I thought of Romeo even more. I can’t stop thinking about him. Why can’t we be together? Because he is a Montague and I am a Capulet? What’s in a name? Should I really let a name separate me from my true love? We’ll drop our family names and make our own. "Romeo take all my self", marry me. Then suddenly I jumped when I heard some one say “take thee at thy word”. It was no one other than Romeo staring at me from the garden. I stepped back in fear and embarrassment. I didn’t mean what I said. It’s too late to take it back now. I tried to explain to him that I do love him but to get married now is too rash, too unplanned, too improvised. We hadn’t even the time to think about the honour. Is it what we truly want? Or is it fools love? Then just as I was being sensible and reasonable he asked “wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?”
“What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?” I asked sharply and he said “marriage” I was ecstatic! But then I realized what that meant. I was hesitant; I didn’t know what to say next. I told him how I felt “My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep”. Nanny called for me. I had to be quick; I made up my mind to marry him. If you truly know that you love someone why not? Tomorrow we will be wed. Dear Romeo I’ll be waiting for you till it be morrow.

Dear diary,Good, night, good night!