I had to tell the friar of my plans to marry fair Juliet. at first, he was hesitant. most likely because he knew of my love of Rosaline. after some moments off consideration he agreed . also, the friar has agreed to keep the wedding secret. I can not imagine what would happen if I had to be parted away from that beautiful face chiseled out of honey. and that voice. o' if only I could hear that voice over and over again in my head. Mercutio and all the other lads never seem to understand what I must go through. how they make foul jokes about weather what I did with someone or not. they never are knowing that at any moment my love for Juliet could be torn apart. physically, that is. I would die for Juliet. Juliet's nurse had a word with me about the wedding and when I would be able to meet my beautiful saint. I will only be quaint when I have my Juliet in my arms and kissing that angel face.
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