An Entry in Juliet’s Diary after Meeting Romeo at the Party
(remember, Juliet is just 14)
Tonight I met him. He was so beautiful! He even has a name that would roll of one’s tongue….Romeo. How wonderful of a sound that brings to my ears. I wish, I hope, in fact, I know that he is my lord. The one and only lord that I want to have for my entire life. And, can you believe how amazing he is? Do you know what he did after the party tonight? He crept back onto the grounds of my father’s house and climbed up the side of the balcony to catch a glimpse of me. Oh, can you believe that!
The Nurse said that he was quite attractive too! Oh those eyes…those lips. I can’t believe how incredibly lucky I am to have met him. It was almost as if it was fate for the two of us to have met tonight. We saw each other from across the room. The is only one flaw in him.
Romeo just happens to be a Montague. Can you believe that “my only love [is] sprung from my only hate” (1.5.135). Why me lord? Why me? Haven’t I been a good and honest child to my father? I have always been loyal to him in their “ancient grudge, [which has broken] to new mutiny” (Prologue, 3). Whatever I am to do? I am so distressed by this that I think I am going to be awake all night pondering what I should do with my own fate.
What do you think I should do? I’m scared to ask the Nurse (although I am sure that she is on my side) and I wouldn’t dare mention to my mother....