Dear Diary; July 12th

Another good morning… I finally figured out what's been eating away at my beloved Juliet.

"What's wrong sweetums?" I asked her.

"Nothing."

"Listen young lady, I nursed you from your birth, you have always told me everything. What's gotten into you lately?" And to my horror, it struck me; "I didn't mean to say that. God forbid I'm turning into my mother (God bless her soul, she was the kindest person I have yet to meet!). Just tell me what makes your face so blank. Or who, I should say?"

"That who I know not of. It's going to sound stupid, but I had a dream about this guy…"

"Hun, we all have dreams about guys. Who was he?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know?"

She shook her head. "He was just some boy, but I swear I've seen him before. Where I have yet to figure out. But there he was, smiling lovingly at me… Next thing I knew it, he was dead, and I was somewhere I had never been before, sobbing over his dead body. Goodness! What's wrong with me! Mourning over a person in my dreams? I'm being foolish, I know, but still…"

She sighed, turning her head to face the window. I smiled. She's in love. I don't care what she says about a dream. My girl's in love! Imagine! I wonder who it is. And, more importantly, if her wedding dress will be ready in time!