Entry 3

Dearest Diary,

 I heard someone under the balcony I asked the mysterious person to speak and though “My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words of that tongue’s uttering, I know the sound. Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?”(act two scene two page sixty-one) He was there under my bedroom window. Romeo, the man I love. He listened to my private thoughts as I spoke to the air. He said that if I just called him my love he would no longer be a Montague. I was so embarrassed that he had ‘heard’ me that I was blushing; I thank the darkness that hid my face from his view though. I couldn’t help it I forgot about the lady like manners I was supposed to have and asked him if he loved me. Was I too forward I am not supposed to give myself away like that. What if he thinks I was to easy and to quick to win my heart. I offered to play hard to get if that meant he would try and win my heart, but I don’t want to. Put a ring on my finger I say. He climbed up the wall on onto the balcony. He is so handsome <sigh>.  I hope that because I fell in-love so quickly that he doesn’t think my love isn’t true. I heard nurse calling me so I had to go I pushed him up against the railing and kissed him passionately again and again I asked again if his love was true and if so give me a time thus  “If that thy bent of love be honorable, Thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow by one that I’ll procure to come to thee Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite, and all my fortunes at thy foot I’ll lay And follow thee my lord throughout the world.” (act two scene two page sixty-six)