Thither art no other beauties that can cause affection
So, I’m about to wend to a masquerade, whither according to Benvolio, I shalt beest able to explore new beauties, albeit that’s impossible… there’s no bigger beauty than Rosaline in this world. the lady is the definition of the word beauty, and is such as a presence itself - in other words, nobody else in this universe is quite quaint except for that lady, so Benvolio’s words art full of foolishness. Also, Mercutio a few minutes ago told me that I must dance. Dance by myself? They really, like true friends, are trying to help me, but they’re just devastating my heart once more because I am remembering the past of rejection… and that past is the present. My only loved angel does not like me and even if I continue to fight for her love, she will not continue to do so. It feels like I am in a bowl of boiling hot water. Perhaps Rosaline is the water and I am the victim of her refusal. Actually, not just perhaps, but in fact... will it be possible though? For me to find a lover who accepts me for who I am? Wait, but what a fool I am, my heart must be devoted to Rosaline. She must have a little space in her chest that maybe I could exploit for her to love me. Alright then, I shall not dance, for not only my mind does not allow me, but my body is immobile as long as I don’t get the love that I most likely don’t deserve. Rosaline is simply too much for me, although realistically, nobody else in Verona can be compared to me - I am more intelligent, more attractive, wiser, well-mannered, and loving than everybody else. Her chastity is just making her negligent over obligation, and that, by fate, should be to be mine. But it’s very obvious that fate is against me, so I will just forget about it. This party is going to be a complete waste of time, but as long as I make at least my very best friends happy, I’ll go.
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