Yes, it is late but our magnificent party has just ended in the early hours of the morn. What a party it was, what a night! Friends and family joined together to create a night of dancing, singing, laughter and much joy. It was the most t fun I’ve had in my entire life. But none of these good things, come anywhere near as great as what I experienced towards the end of the night. As tonight I met a boy; not an ordinary boy but a boy of whom I fell in love with the instant our eyes connected. From across a room of one thousand eyes, ours met. What a truly magical moment it was. And from then, when he took my hand in his soft, delicate palm; it felt as though fate had brought us together.
His words that spoke were music to my ears. Such beautiful words that made my heart melt. His masculine, affectionate voice added an extra touch to the words he spoke. He made me speechless; my heart skipped a beat every time he drew breath to speak again. I found it difficult to resist his advances, his words made so much sense. “To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss” he said to me. Now I don’t kiss and tell. But perhaps I already have ;)
I sit here, my face aching from cheek to cheek. Unable to stop my mind, fueling thoughts from tonight’s meet. For it is not just my mouth that is smiling, but my whole face. For I, Juliet Capulet am in love. In love with a boy I have never met before, but a boy of whom made my heart flutter every moment I spent in his presence. Oh what a high it is to be in love. A high I thought id never experience, especially at my youthful age.
They say one cannot fall in love at first sight. Oh how wrong they are, for tonight I experienced the most true and prosperous love at first glance. Yet to be fourteen, some may find difficulty believing in the love I feel. But I do not expect those who doubt to understand, as they are the ones who have not experienced true love for themselves. A love struck teenager I may be, but a foolish one I am not. For the stars are but too far away to wish and be granted such love.
Tiredness fills my eyes, as this night took away not only my breath but every morsel of energy I had left. So I shall speak more of these wonderful things tomorrow, as our love story continues… and what a love story it will be, I can tell! For now, it is goodnight to all and goodnight to my dear love, until morrow be and I see your handsome face once again.
xoxo Juliet
2 comments:
Oh Juliet, who's this young man you speak so affectionately of?
You must tell your old and trustful nurse, aye ;) This wouldn't be young Paris would it dearest Juliet? Or is it another man of your desires, one that has the broad smile painted across your crimson-lit face? Someone’s obviously smitten with this mystery man, but who must he be? I wonder...Oh Juliet, put your poor nurse out of her agonizing curiosity and reveal the identity of this mystery man.
at least to your oldest and dearest friend aye :)
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