Dear Diary,
2:00pm
God has blessed me this night! I have fallen in love, but, however, with a Montague! His name is Romeo. Romeo should be no different were he not a Montague. But whats montague? It is not hand nor foot or arm or face, nor any of the part belonging to a man. Arrh! Whats in a name?
All I could think about was Romeo, how could someone be so sweet, so pure. I willed to be with him but everywhere I went there was mother, there was no where to be alone with Romeo.
Later that night I rose from my bed and quietly fled downstairs, pleading for Romeo.