Disclaimer: I own nothing here. All characters, events, etc are the sole property of the rather inspired makers of "Letters to Juliet".
Author's Note: Just a little something to get out of my writing rut. Reviews are always welcome.
Dear Juliet,
He never listens. I love his passion, and I love his drive...but just once I'd love for him to love what interests me, too. My heart aches, Juliet, every time his eyes glaze over, or his attention wanders. I can't share the simplest pleasure with him, the simplest joy, with this man I've promised to marry. There are always too many other things on his mind.
We came to Verona on our honeymoon, or pre-honeymoon, since his restaurant opens next month...and he doesn't want to see any of the sights. 'Lake Garda has been around five-hundred thousand years,' he says, as if another day, another time, would be better than the opportunity we have right now to see it all.
How I'd love to see it all!
He's at a wine auction now, without me. And although I've found a story worth telling, a veritable dream come true, I'd rather be in Verona with him, sharing our passions, strengthening our bond, before I lose him to the demands of his new business in a few weeks' time. I'd rather have this time to love him and be loved, than follow the tale of a lifetime, no matter where it leads.
I love him, Juliet. More than I've loved any man before. But the longer I follow the story of Claire and her love for Lorenzo, the more I feel I really don't know love at all.
My heart is breaking, Juliet, to think that he'll never really know me, never really understand. How can I be with a man who won't let me finish a sentence, much less share in my passions the way I do his?
I want him to succeed, Juliet, to live his life's dream. But not at my expense.
I can already guess your answer to this, and it pains me. I feel as if I need to chose between the love of a man, or the love of myself. And I know there is only one right choice...
Still. It hurts, Juliet.
And all I really want right now is for someone to hear my words.
Yours,
Sophie