Christian Lonero

Wednesday, 22 February

Ms. Shaffer

English GATE 1

Oh Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? (2.2.33) Why him? I could have fallen

in love with anyone, but a Montague? My family would kill him (and probably never let me out

of the house again) if they found this out. I hope they dont have a clue what is going on. I

believe that I have kept it from my good nurse, as she hasnt said anything about the Montague

since the ball.

Oh, the ball. What a splendid night that was! The music and dancing was too good to

explain. I dont think Ive seen father dance like that since I was younger. What I would give to

reverse time to then. How I loved the music, the dancing! I especially loved how we were so

clueless, me and Romeo, that is. I wonder to myself that, if I had known his last name, would I

have fallen so deeply in love with him?

No. Whats in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell just as

sweet. So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, retain that dear perfection which he owes.

(2.2.43) I would believe this to be, at least.

Nevertheless, I believed things to be moving far too quickly between the likes of us two.

Although I joy in thee, I had [have] no joy of this contract tonight. It is too rash, to unadvised,

too sudden. (2.2.115) I only hope he did believe me. He shall be sending me a proposal by the

time the clock strikes nine as the sun is setting in the morrow. I long for the next time we meet,
the next time we touch. If I were to be granted one wish, I would ask to be able to marry Romeo

without problem, without trouble between families. Alas, that is loves bitter sting.

I shall write in the

morrow,

JULIET CAPULET