Romeo, Rome, Romeo? A Montague? Why is that important?
A name is a name after all, isn’t it?
Name is indeed important, it tells who you are unless you’re lying. Could my Nanny be lying to me cause she doesn’t it like him or what.
But if indeed he was the Romeo Montague, I might as well be dead cause I’m in love. Yes Love, love, love, love is the word I’m thinking of. A never-ending connection with the one I can’t stop thinking of… An obsession possibly. How unhealthy of me…
Earlier on I wouldn’t think about love. Like a child who has a world to herself, and thought the word love would be an alien. Yet that’s been a different kind of compared to parent-child love.
The Love I had was ‘one-sided love’. Paris wants to merry me and my mother and nanny were happy to bits, I couldn’t say ‘no’ to them and say ‘I don’t love him’. I wouldn’t have a heart to do that anyway. I do pity myself sometimes when comes to parents.
But when Nanny said Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days… I wouldn’t agree with her when I’m doomed anyway, but the saying did came true when I had a happy nights, but I wasn’t seeking for it, it was seeking for me.
Sonnets, dancing, madly staring at each other while kissing by the book. It was all so unreal, like a story from a book about two star crossed lovers meeting each other for the first time.
They clicked instantly and became passionate lovers, having happy nights to happy days. The finally had a happy ending which I nearly had if the ugly truth didn’t came out.
Why did you think they called the story ‘beauty and the beast’? The Beauty was my same-wave-length love, yet the Beast is the person I suppose to hate. If I ever put this as sonnet in my head. I would say:
My only love sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
That I must love a loathed enemy.
And that’s just the irony of it. Love to hate, my love is ever so doomed, I might as well jump out the window if ever gonna toss my love with it. Might as well get some fresh air and piece this puzzle whole. Yet the question I’m ever gonna ask myself is
“What so Important about a name to hate if I’m in love with the owner?”
A really good attempt, in which you try hard to get into the mind of your narrator, and to understand the main issues with which she is dealing. Some of your references to the play, also, are subtle and perceptive.
ReplyDeleteHowever, your grammar and syntax muddy your meaning a little a lot of the time, and there is room for more direct quotation (in addition to what you have already); also, I am not completely clear from what you write WHEN exactly in the play your diary entry is set.
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