Entry 2

Dearest Diary,

The ball was...Wonderful. I met Count Paris, we danced for a while, mother said to study his eyes to see if I could love him but I didn’t feel a thing though I also met a young man by the name of Romeo. He took my hand and said “If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.” (act one scene five page fourty-nine)He doesn’t give himself enough credit. It felt incredible, he had such care and promise in his voice I instantly fell in love. He was wishing for my kiss... as I was wishing for his. He kissed me, and he kissed me again. I have never felt like they way I felt tonight when he touched my hand and lent in for our first kiss. I wish his name wasn’t Romeo though, if only he wasn’t a Montague. “O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name. Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I’ll no longer be a Capulet”.(act two scene two page fifty-nine to sixty) Oh why do I love someone who I am supposed to hate? I honestly thought I would never feel this way about anybody I loved him since the very first time I saw his beautiful blue eyes. I don’t want to marry Paris but I do want to marry Romeo O my Romeo, but how am I to get out of marrying Paris. I could make him believe that he doesn’t want to marry or I could run away with Romeo, but then I wouldn’t see mother and father ever again. I will figure this out.