Romeo's Diary - Act 1, Scene 5

I hath lived a life full of fabulations

This precise present day, I wenteth to the party of mine life… I recall how I wast complaining and telling mine best cousin that I didst not wanteth to wend the masquerade, but knave, twas a party. First, as I hath said ere, I wast complaining; mine heart burning with fire and filling mine brain with ashes that not coequal mine little nose could internally breathe. twas such a torture that I could not bear, and all of that wast caused due to rejection by Rosaline. I must admit that I used to see her as an angel; a beautiful light-being with no other thing less than perfection. I would have kissed her for all she’s worth and embraced her love, but unfortunately, such thing did not exist in her heart… such thing known as love. How could I force her to love me? Alas, let it go Romeo, she’s nothing more than an obstacle - yes, an obstacle of the past. One that caused my heart to burn in lava and made me breathe the ashes of despair. Even death would have been better than living like that my entire life. In fact, death would have been better than just one second of bearing that pain within my body, but oh well dear stars, and more importantly, dear lord, for giving me the strength to survive the toughest of all tortures. Now, that is a thing of the past, and what doesn’t kill you just makes you stronger, and that’ll keep on happening.

Now, what happened tonight? I met not an angel, but a demon, for I didn’t fall in love with her, but I was enchanted by her. Her shining smile, her incredible body, her charisma… she must have used the strongest of all spells that exist in this planet or even this universe, for I am not with nor by her; I am hers. Her name is Juliet, and she’s a member of the opposing family, but that does not matter to me. Perhaps it’s because of her spell, and that would make complete sense and be convenient; she’s an enemy, so they found some kind of weapon or spiritual power that bewitched me and made me Lady Capulet’s youngest daughter’s slave. The night I spent with her. The times that I kissed her. I must be blinded by her spell; she’s no angel, she’s a demon, for just a glance of her sight, I became hers for the rest of my life, and I have no power over my decisions. I must see her again soon…