Act II, Scene ii
Dear Diary,
Joy! Hope hast proven true, and before it hath been completely forgotten! I went out onto the balcony of my bedchamber this night, as the night air often soothes distressed spirits, and makes the contemplation of deep sorrows much less sorrowful. I was so caught up in my thoughts, and so oblivious to the existence of the world outside the confines of my balcony sanctuary, that I didn't realize I was speaking my deepest thoughts aloud! But oh, am I glad I did! For as I was speaking, I did not notice my love, my Romeo, in the garden below me, listening with understanding ears to my profession of love to him, and my mournful sighs and lamentations of love unapproved! He eventually spoke, and rather than laughing or sneering at my pathetic, tearful ramblings, he called, "Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized. Henceforth, I never will be Romeo." He knowest my heart's depths and sorrows as well as I, and understands them better! When love unapproved is love mutual, canst it not overcome any lack of approval, or any obstacle for that matter? Such a glorious evening! It seems that Life has been saving up all the joy and excitement owed to me for these past fourteen years, and repaid it's debt in but one night! I shall now retire to my bed, but after this night of excitement, who could sleep?
Love (In the most literal sense of the word), Juliet
Dear Diary,
Joy! Hope hast proven true, and before it hath been completely forgotten! I went out onto the balcony of my bedchamber this night, as the night air often soothes distressed spirits, and makes the contemplation of deep sorrows much less sorrowful. I was so caught up in my thoughts, and so oblivious to the existence of the world outside the confines of my balcony sanctuary, that I didn't realize I was speaking my deepest thoughts aloud! But oh, am I glad I did! For as I was speaking, I did not notice my love, my Romeo, in the garden below me, listening with understanding ears to my profession of love to him, and my mournful sighs and lamentations of love unapproved! He eventually spoke, and rather than laughing or sneering at my pathetic, tearful ramblings, he called, "Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized. Henceforth, I never will be Romeo." He knowest my heart's depths and sorrows as well as I, and understands them better! When love unapproved is love mutual, canst it not overcome any lack of approval, or any obstacle for that matter? Such a glorious evening! It seems that Life has been saving up all the joy and excitement owed to me for these past fourteen years, and repaid it's debt in but one night! I shall now retire to my bed, but after this night of excitement, who could sleep?
Love (In the most literal sense of the word), Juliet