Juliet's Diary Entry

Dear Diary,

Today was an unforgettable day. Okay here’s how it went. Before the Capulet party kicked off mother asked my opinion about marriage. Marriage to a young handsome rich man called Paris. I stated it was an honour that I dream not of. I’m only 14; surely marriage is out of the question. I didn’t even fancy the idea of getting married to a stranger. Especially if he’s recommended by my ignorant mother. She even declared that all of Verona hath not such a flower. I was sure even Verona had men worth more than Paris if they were to be flowers. Mother left only after I had assured her that I won’t go into a relationship without her consent. I had already decided not to like Paris anyway.

While the party was in full swing, I caught sight of him. For a moment time seemed to stop. It was a feeling I’ve never felt before. I don’t know how to describe it. He came closer to me. Then he asked if he could hold my hand and I said yes. He said my hand was the holy shrine of a saint and he just a pilgrim. I knew that I wasn’t supposed to be chatting away with a total stranger. But, I couldn’t resist the temptation to stay. I quite liked flirting with him. We made half a sonnet before he decided to finally kiss me. Oh, it was such a sweet feeling and I felt like kissing him again and again. But, soon I felt uneasy. I wanted to stop and resume kissing him at the same time. We had made a full sonnet by the time we had kissed 10 to 20 times. Indeed he kissed by the book. I thought we would never part but alas nurse interrupted us. I didn’t even have time to ask for his name as he fled from the party.

The next few moments were the most agonizing of my life. Nurse whispered into my ears that the boy was Romeo, a Montague! I despaired upon hearing this. I am a Capulet, Romeo is a Montague. It’s not possible for us to be together. Bad luck must have befallen me as my only love sprung from my only hate. I love Romeo but I am not allowed to be with him. My heart felt like breaking into pieces. Is love more important than family or family than love? I didn’t know.

I escaped to the balcony to consider my thoughts. I voiced my opinions to the stars. O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Why can’t we be together? I mean what’s in a name? If a rose wasn’t called a rose it would still have the same scent even if it was called cowpats. So we’ll drop our names and take all myself. Suddenly someone jumped out from the shadows. And who but else it was Romeo who replied I take thee at thy word. I blushed as he said that and I realized he had been eavesdropping on me. I dearly wanted to take back that word because I didn’t really mean it but it was too late. I liked him but I didn’t want to rush it. I tried to explain to Romeo to go to bed otherwise he would be in trouble if he was caught. I bade him goodnight and I was about to go when Romeo boldly stated O wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? I asked him what satisfaction could I give him tonight and he replied marriage. At once I was appalled. Just this morning I was dreading the sound of marriage and now I was offered it once again. I wanted more time to think about it but nanny had called for me. In haste I agreed. I told him I would send him a private messenger to whom he would tell the details of marrying me. Saying goodbye was so sad that I would love to say it till it be morrow. A thousand times good night.

Goodnight, Goodnight Dear Diary