Dear Diary,
I have just been married by sweet Friar Laurence to my one and only love, Romeo.
Oh, how I savor even his name. It roles of the tongue beautifuly. Romeo. Sigh, it was not the most beautiful wedding I had imagined, but it was gorgues because I was getting married to my true love, Romeo. Romeo.
Oh, I miss him. I'm glad I'm married to him, but I just wish I could be with him. I had to return to my house with nurse. We just told anyone who asked that we were taking a stroll. They must have thought it was a good stroll because I couldn't get the huge smile off of my face.
I do hope that our parents will see how much we love eachother and stop this ridiculous feud. It is getting quite bothersome. I have to retire now. Good evening.
-Juliet
