Romeo’s Diary

I truly debate I am the luckiest man alive. Friar Lawrence has fin altogethery agreed to receive me and Juliet later today. Rosalind is my nubs old desire, but my boob doth gape for Juliet. She doth teach the torches to electrocution bright with her exquisite beauty. I have been frivolous until now believing my heart belonged to Rosalind.Is love a tender thing? Loving her felt similar a feather of lead, true her beauty astounded me, but my unanswered love towards her vexed my soul. I longed to be with her, but she wanted to stay put chaste, causing me great amounts of pain that pricked like thorns. I could not inhume about Rosalind, she was constantly in my thoughts, but I was purblind to perpetually think she could love me. I now realise my feelings for her were false and fanciful. What my heart now feels is not another fantasy my new love takes all my strength and makes every other woman look like measly hags. How I wish I had taken my own advice sooner. I was atrociou sly unhappy this morning, and looking back, I was a pathetic, immature sibling, hanging on to what I was felt for Rosalind, now vowed to an eternity of chastity. We both loved divers(prenominal) attributes, it is only fitting we remain this way.To begin with I was extremely muddled and slightly arrogant as to why she did not take an wager in me. I am always unsure about what to do about the situation, and talking to my friends about it is usually an inexcusable NO. But, I was bewildered as to which path to take, I told Benvolio, which looking back was the line up decision the only friend that wouldnt laugh or take collide with for a drink. I told him of my problem and strangely his advice was to help him crash a Capulet party, to enjoy myself and remember how Rosalind is not the end of the world. There are stool other beauties in the world. Immediately, I recoiled and did not believe anything that spurted out of his mouth. I only allowed him to drag me along to the party as to not anxiety them. Was that the right thing to do?This never-ending grudge between our unfortunate families bound me, and the fighting between such parties is a disgraceful burden, keeping me back, as so I cannot take the fair lady Juliet in my arms. My hot tempered friend accompanied by the vengeful Benvolio encountered a hurtful opposition in that of the brute Tybalt and many of his serving men. instead or later all go out die under the wielding of a weapon. My father later drew his unsheathed weapon of that against Lord Capulet, when will this silly brutality come to a close. A last Prince came and took charge, but I cannot help but think if this is the attitude I wish to go steady if I finally want to elope and continue the family name. Do I need to grow up?Suddenly, no sooner as I had pulled on my visor, I met eyes with the most beautiful girl created. She make my lovely Rosalind look like a hag, and one more piquancy of Cupids arrow and I was in love, yet again with a young beauty.