1 "To My Dear Father Capulet, From Juliet"
Dear Father,
By the time you get this I will probably be gone, dead actually.
You were probably wondering for the past two days why I have been
acting so weird, and you probably deserve the truth. I shall start from
the beginning.
It all started on the day of the masquerade ball. Mother had just
told me about Prince's decree of marriage, and I had seriously pondered
this, was actually considering it, but that night, I found something else,
more like someone else. I had decided to sit down near the aquarium to
get away from all the calamity that was taking place in the main ballroom,
when all of a sudden, I saw him. The love of my life. Romeo Montague.
I knew not of what he was, or who he was. I just knew that this person was
the one, the person I wanted to be with forever. Then, I was called upon by
mother to dance with Paris. I didn't feel anything for him. All I thought
about was Romeo. Then when the dance ended, he took me away from
mother, and the dance, and everything, and kissed me. I knew then, I was
in love with this man, whom I did not know his name. It was later that I
found out from the nurse that the man I had so fallen for, was my loathed
enemy. Later, I had walked out to the pool to be alone, and there was
Romeo. Surprisingly, he climbed the high walls, which you were so sure
would keep any enemy away. There, he proposed to me. I couldn't say no
to love! It would be like denying myself to breathe. So, the next day,
Romeo and I were wed at Saint Peter's Church by Friar Laurence. A few
hours later, Tybalt killed Mercutio, and Romeo killed Tybalt. I know I
should have hated him then, but I couldn't. I was torn, I didn't know which
side to take. Romeo was truly sorry, and didn't want to, but you just didn't
want to hear his side of the story. You just wanted to hear what you wanted
to hear. Romeo and I had consummated that night. It wasn't exactly what I
had expected it to be, but I was with him and that's all that mattered. The
next day, after you had scolded and hit me so, I went to Friar Laurence's cell.
I was about to kill myself, since my lord was gone, and I had to marry Paris,
but he gave me a potion that would make it looked like I died. We plan that
when I wake up, Romeo will take me away with him. That's why I am writing
this letter, to say goodbye. Maybe we might meet again, if you accept my
marriage to Romeo, but until then, adieu my dear father. Let me just say that
maybe if you didn't keep this silly grudge with the Montagues, this could have
been prevented.
Love Always,
Your Daughter, Juliet
Dear Father,
By the time you get this I will probably be gone, dead actually.
You were probably wondering for the past two days why I have been
acting so weird, and you probably deserve the truth. I shall start from
the beginning.
It all started on the day of the masquerade ball. Mother had just
told me about Prince's decree of marriage, and I had seriously pondered
this, was actually considering it, but that night, I found something else,
more like someone else. I had decided to sit down near the aquarium to
get away from all the calamity that was taking place in the main ballroom,
when all of a sudden, I saw him. The love of my life. Romeo Montague.
I knew not of what he was, or who he was. I just knew that this person was
the one, the person I wanted to be with forever. Then, I was called upon by
mother to dance with Paris. I didn't feel anything for him. All I thought
about was Romeo. Then when the dance ended, he took me away from
mother, and the dance, and everything, and kissed me. I knew then, I was
in love with this man, whom I did not know his name. It was later that I
found out from the nurse that the man I had so fallen for, was my loathed
enemy. Later, I had walked out to the pool to be alone, and there was
Romeo. Surprisingly, he climbed the high walls, which you were so sure
would keep any enemy away. There, he proposed to me. I couldn't say no
to love! It would be like denying myself to breathe. So, the next day,
Romeo and I were wed at Saint Peter's Church by Friar Laurence. A few
hours later, Tybalt killed Mercutio, and Romeo killed Tybalt. I know I
should have hated him then, but I couldn't. I was torn, I didn't know which
side to take. Romeo was truly sorry, and didn't want to, but you just didn't
want to hear his side of the story. You just wanted to hear what you wanted
to hear. Romeo and I had consummated that night. It wasn't exactly what I
had expected it to be, but I was with him and that's all that mattered. The
next day, after you had scolded and hit me so, I went to Friar Laurence's cell.
I was about to kill myself, since my lord was gone, and I had to marry Paris,
but he gave me a potion that would make it looked like I died. We plan that
when I wake up, Romeo will take me away with him. That's why I am writing
this letter, to say goodbye. Maybe we might meet again, if you accept my
marriage to Romeo, but until then, adieu my dear father. Let me just say that
maybe if you didn't keep this silly grudge with the Montagues, this could have
been prevented.
Love Always,
Your Daughter, Juliet
