Last night i met up with my sweet, sweet Juliet. She seemed so at peace and she was so beautiful. No amount of words could describe the feeeling of her against me. The warmth of her body against mine as I held her close to me. i think to myself " love will be remorse." I must leave her because of fear of getting caught. however, i shall not depart without a lock of our lips. something is bothering her. I can feel it on her lips. I can taste pain on my beloved's lips. I won't ask her. not yet, atleast. I hope I can see her again sometime soon. No one in this world could make me as happy as Juliet has made me.
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