Dear Diary,
Today was the best day of my life, but it started as one of the worst. This morning I was, as you may recall from my past entries very, depressed in my love for Rosaline. Let me tell you diary Rosaline does not hold a candle to my new love. The fair Juliet of the house Capulet, which, if one thinks about such things, is a problem as our fathers have been fighting for all of our lives and our families are enemies. But, I am so in love such things matter little to me. Of course it would cause quite the scandal if anyone found out but that's the meaning of secret is it not?
She is the sweetest rose in all Verona,
Sweeter than a summers day
When the clouds all blow away
Kinder then a gentle kiss
Thank the heavens cupid did not miss
I wrote that just now as I was thinking of her for indeed she made my days worth living it is no longer an effort to get up, no longer an effort to breathe, no longer a effort to not end the suffering that was my life. When I saw her dancing tonight thoughts of any other woman left my mind, she is perfect. If I could but be with her all day and all night my life would be complete. But alas she stays indoors most days only gracing the world with her presence but once a day on a walk………….
Well I must be off to stalk… I mean meet my fair Juliet in the garden.
Farewell,
Romeo