In My Heart
My dear readers, I don’t know what to think anymore. The other day, I chanced upon a store selling books, and it turned out to be the very store where Romeo was working. How surprised I was to see him so suddenly! My heart was racing, for I had not seen him for days, but we had a very amicable conversation.
He had to step away to tend to a customer, and thinking it rude to leave without a proper goodbye, I remained for a while longer, browsing the tomes. It did not take me long to find yet another copy of that very book, my friends, and once again it was empty of writing. When Romeo returned, I asked him if the book looked the same to him. He nodded, but for a moment I saw his features darken before he abruptly started talking about other things.
That was when I remembered that several of you had directed me to a page where I could see a summary of that book’s contents. I suggested to Romeo that we look at it together, but his reaction was not one I could have expected. He told me that it did not matter in a raised voice, and I was so shocked by his shouts that I could not hold back my tears. Even as he apologized, I ran out of the store, ashamed of my emotions.
By the time I returned to the dormitory, I had finally regained control of myself. Vowing to stop being so moved by my feelings for Romeo, I found the page you readers have shown me and began to read.
Dear readers, I feel that there is little purpose in reiterating what is written there. I must be the only person in this world who did not know – did not know that my life is but part of a tragic tale of warning that has been retold in this world for centuries. That had we not been delivered here when we had, Romeo and I would become but martyrs in literature.
Days have passed, and I am still unable to sort out my thoughts and feelings. I know not what to think, nor what I want anymore. For I know in my heart that I would have made every single one of those decisions as written on that page.