Olivia McAdams

Romeo diary
The 21st of April
Act 1:
For today is the day I weep in my sorrow for the unfair love of
Lady Rosaline. For her grace and beauty is unsurpassed from any
maiden Ive laid my eyes on. But she will not love me, though the
sweet words of her beauty that I have whispered to her, does not
make her cast her eyes upon me.
For my friends have been of no help, causing trouble on the
streets of Verona. They duel with swords from those of the Capulet
house. And they do no justice for helping me to get Rosaline out of
my mind. But do I want her gone? For her body is all I do want. For
she is the stars in the sky, beauty unreachable. Yet Father as well
has no mind of my dearest Rosaline, and takes no deed to caring.
For both my mother and Father are hollow, for uncaring of me.
Distance is what I feel, dead is what I do feel. For this love was first
and tragic, and I afraid of the sweetness that is Rosaline will truly
never leave me.
In this day, we met a servant of the Capulet household and
they invited us to a party, unknowing of whom we were. The servant
could not read for he asked us to read the invitation list.
Mercutio did indeed try to persuade me to attend the
masquerade ball of the Capulet household. I shrug for I feel no
happiness in going. Yet Mercutio promises to get Rosaline off my
mind and to invite a good time, get me out of the hole of love I have
fallen into. For alone is all I have been. As we prepare, we place
masks upon our faces and costumes upon our bodies. Everyone is
excited and cheers as we arrive for the party.
The music was alive for the festival. The aroma of food and
sweat mixed into the air. As people danced happily, my heart
seemed to cry out. I felt even worse, my heart wanted the sweet
love of the maiden Rosaline. Seeing all the couples holding hands,
sharing breath and creating an intimate moment they would forever
have. But thats when I saw her. The beauty More than beauty!
Her prepossessing nature was intensely alluring. Her grace was
something unearthly. Her eyes like glass to another world, as blue
as the sea. For she was the definition of love, the definition of an

angel. This fair lady was all I wished to see till the day I die, more
beautiful than any sunset or sunrise, more virtue and value than
any amount of currency, more grace then the wind blowing through
flowers in spring. For she was heavens gift. And as she stood across
the room, her smile lit it up the very essence of the party. I needed
her, for we were meant to love, meant to connect. She being all I
could see, I pushed through the dancers. As I stepped up to her, she
became intrigued. I spoke to her with the sweetest words and she
returned, with a voice like pure gold. Next thing I remember, we are
kissing. Her lips, honey, and her touch, fire.
Soon she was pulled away by her nurse, and she tugged my heart as
she walked away. Then the nurse told me something oh so tragic,
For she is the famous lady of a Capulet family.
Act 2: I needed to see her again that night, yet my friends
would be looking for me. I ventured back to the place of the excited
gathering, trying to find my way to the fair Juliet's chambers. I felt
as if I didnt see her again, I should surely die. This feeling of love
was more intense than any of Rosaline. She appears on a balcony,
more beautiful than the moon above. She speaks of me, asking for
where I be, of how our names keep us apart. I did know when to
speak back, for I lay in the shadows under her view. I finally
communicated with her, showing her this was real. Juliet was my
forbidden love in this world that seemed so bleak. For upon the
terrace, She told that a river divides us, our names were to keep us
apart. Love knows nothing of name I called and the most
illuminating smile appeared upon her heavenly face. As we spoke,
time seemed to stand still. For us the universe froze. The stars
move around us, for us. Yet the moment came to an end... her nurse
hollered her from inside her chambers. Anon! Anon! Juliet cried.
I promised her love, and she promised the same. The nurse was
arranged to come meet me by 9. I would tell her my intentions of
marrying the sweet Juliet. She appeared once more, A thousand
times goodnight
For our day may be over, but this is a new world. Juliet is my muse,
my everything. She was the great light to this bleach dark life, and I
was to make sure the light never went out.

Early the next morning, Sunday, I traveled to the church. Friar

Lawrence was my passage to eternal love, for he was to marry us. I
told him of my love, yet he thought the talk was of the name
Rosaline. I told, Then plainly know, my hearts dear love is set, On
the fair daughter of rich Capulet; As mine on hers, so hers is set on
mine, And all combind, save what thou must combine by holy
marriage Marry us today. He was astonished, he didnt believe
that our love was true in our hearts, but just on our eyes. That Juliet
and I were only short lived and foolish, that we had never felt love
truly and deeply. I plea and plea to Friar Lawrence, telling him that
this is true, that this is all we do want. He caved, agreeing to marry,
but called to me that those who rush stumble and fall.
I rushed to the streets, for I was soon to see the messenger of
Juliet. Yet I found a false duel between Benvolio and Mercutio.
Accusations of sleeping with a whore in the night is what I do
receive from Mercutio. He teases me not to change, they ask, would
I rather pine over Rosaline then spend hours with them? We tease
back and forth, but the Nurse comes ending out fun. Being the man
he is, Mercutio sings a naughty song of the nurse being my whore,
assuming she was the imagination of her. Calling her old and of no
need. As the nurse and I leave, she tells me of how she could kill
him for saying such horrid things to her. She yells at her servant for
not saying anything, him replying with if he acted he would have
drawn his sword. The nurse and I spoke of Juliet after. The nurses
threats to me, if I do break the ladys heart the nurse shall come
and break me. I told her of how I have given my heart to Juliet, for
she is my sun, and the plans of marriage. Amazed I was not just
going to cast her aside, she agreed to have Juliet meet me in Friar
Lawrence's cell to be wed this afternoon.
With our wedding fast approaching, I readied myself. I
practiced my vows to her in over and over again in my mind. I was
skittish, disorderly pacing through the chamber. I wanted this to be
as beautiful as she, if I could possibly get it there. For her, it must
be classic. For my Juliet, it should be everything.
I arrived to Friar Lawrences cell, yet this was different from
every other confession or talk. There was a lovely ora. Something
lively in the air. Friar Lawrence told me that God approved and
looked happily upon this event, and that made me even more
secure. The lady entered, more beautiful than ever before, for all I
desired was to steal a kiss. That it was I had to do, and thats what I

did. We said our vows, the sweetest words I did her. And with that
we were married.
Act 3: Feeling joyous, I exit the cell, a new man. Yet I stubbled
upon a bit of a quarrel between my counterparts and Tybalt and his
men. They talked hastily and angrily. I approached and all turned to
me, for Tybalt had been searching for me. He accused me of
injuring him yet I had never, and I never will. Just as I told the boy
Tybalt, I love his name for than I love my own, for he is my ladys
cousin. He name meant more to me than hed known. But Mercutio
took his threats more to heart, and challenged the boy to a duel.
This was quick pace and meaningful full of strife. Yet their match
was cut short, for Tybalt slain Mercutio through the chest. The
boyish spirit he is, Mercutio tells his joke. His blood covered my
hands, he was to die in my arms, and he truly did. I was enraged,
my best companion had died a corrupt death. The mad man came
back after his awful deed. Tybalt challenged my anger with his ugly
words upon Mercutios death. We dueled, till I slain the great
swordsmen dead. But I felt no justice. Benvolio rushed me away, he
promised to take care of all.
I did indeed rush off, running as fast and far as my weary legs could
take me, away to Friar Lawrences cell.
Not better news came at the fathers chambers. He foretold of
the Princes judgment My banishment from my home of Verona. I
rather be dead! My Juliet lived in sweet Verona, Oh my Juliet! She
must have heard the verdict, the terror she must feel, the betrayal.
Maybe with swift luck, she will still be in love with me, the murderer
I am. And mother and father, what will they think, for their only
sons banishment. Friar Lawrence only saw that the Prince was
being generous, how blind is he! He spoke of possibly coming back
to Verona after this has been over. The nurse did appear to the cell
as well, barring news from my love. She told of the tears that do fall
from her gracious face, the weeping and sorrow that takes place in
Juliets heart. She is torn, she cries of me and Tybalt. I offer up the
death of myself, but the dagger is stolen. Friar Lawrence yells at
me, telling me to stand up and no longer weep, for my tears are
worthless. He says to be strong, and as long as Juliet is living I must
be there for her. So we arranged for I to see the lady before I am
shown off the streets of Verona.

The night was deep when I get along to the chambers of my wife.
The world seemed so vile yet she was all I needed. This life is a
deathful sickness and Juliet being to only cure. Her room was lit
with candles and herself draped in what seemed to be her finest
wear. She was a dream, her kisses something heavenly and her love
like nothing else. The time we spent was indescribable. She was my
poem that no yet been written, for all her great journeys do lie
ahead. This night was to complete my life. Juliet created an illusion,
the sheets intertwined with our bodies. Sharing breath and supple
heart beat. Sweat and perfume fragrance combine to fill the air.
From only the light from the stars and holy moon, I traced her
sleeping body, saying thanks for my essence.
As dawn broke, Juliet lay, us tangled in our own love. After it
all, she still looked perfect, completely divine. This bed was Gods
canvas and we were his masterpiece. Our love was something out of
a story, so unearthly. The rooster tells us to wake again reminding
me that this is the day I wished not to come. Juliets eyes fluttered
open and she sighed, for she knew as well. Her beauty so trancing,
my desire was to kiss her. I cave to my desire, and kissed her once
more. Sun breaks through the curtains and our final warning is upon
us. She hastes with me to stay longer, and though that is my only
wish, I know I must leave or death is what I do face. Persuasion and
smiles are interrupted by the Nurse. Horror is coming, Juliets
mother is approaching fastly. With a kiss goodbye, I depart through
the window. I steal a last glimpse of my goddess before fleeing, and
I will keep that forever.