Is there no hope for one whose love is not returned' Rosaline does not
love me and I am doomed. Sadness consumes me and I shall never forget her
beauty--beauty that only leads to my despair! Exquisite she is far from my
reach and I shall never forget her eyes, her lips . . . all of her. The sun
itself has never seen a beauty that matched that of my Rosaline. Benvolio
knows not what he says when he urges me to forget. Who knows what I feel
but a man struck by Cupid's own arrow.
Later . . . In hopes of seeing Rosaline, I will attend the Capulet's
feast tonight. I will attend in disguise in hopes that I may see her.
Later . . . I cannot believe my luck. At the feast, the most wonderful
thing happened. I met the true love of my life. In fact, my heart never
loved until now. Juliet is her name and her beauty is too rich for the
earth. But what terrible fate we have encountered! She is a Capulet, but
that will not stop the force of real love. And she loves me, too. She
said my name does not matter and that she would prove her love for me truer
than that of anyone else. It is a love so sure that we decided we must
marry. She has promised to send her Nurse with further plans for our
marriage. In the meantime, I will visit Friar Laurence tomorrow and see
Next day . . . The Friar is curious as to how I could have forgotten
Rosaline so quickly but all I could say was that Rosaline did not love me
as Juliet does and that makes all the difference in the world. The Friar
will help us, but I'm afraid he might move to slow for Juliet and I must be
married as soon as possible! I cannot live without her! I love her so
much. The Friar is a good man and he has the best intentions in mind. He
told me that by marrying us, he hopes to put an end to the feuding between
Things are going so well! I just received a message from Juliet's Nurse
that we will be married later to...