Dear Diary; July 18th
Oh! Ties such a blessed day. Why, if I were to live a thousand years, I never shall forget it! Juliet, my lovely girl, a bride. Oh it brings tears to my eyes just thinking about it. And that boy, Romeo, a Montague of all sorts! He's good enough for her though. I'd like to think that at least. Though I fear that their marriage be their death... But I mustn't tarry too much on that unhappy thought. Juliet, a bride! To think what will happen when her mother finds out! Not to mention her father! Why, she'll be disowned! Or worst! Her father is the devil's advocate when he's mad. I bet he will kill Romeo, what with him being a Montague and thwarting the perfect marriage he's set up with Paris. What have I helped? Aiding her in her own outcasting? Oh heavens me. What am I saying? Why, I have yet but to tell the story of today. Juliet fell in love with Romeo, and sent me forth to hear of Romeo's disposition. I tried to be oh so proper, but when Romeo and Mercutio made a fool of me. What was I supposed to think? Obviously he didn't want to marry my sweet Juliet. What convincing it took me! Again, I sat and conversed with Juliet, trying hard to foreshadow what could happen. Of course that girl doesn't see what could happen. But she is blinded by love. I tried to warn her of course, but to see her plead her love to me, and could tell she has never loved anyone ever that happy. But then, seeing them kneel beneath the alter, hearing Friar Laurence, my heart sighed and that was that.
