A Montague!

Why! Oh why does he have to be a Montague. Of all the things he could be he has to be a Montague. He could be a drug addict or homeless or even an animal, but no. Romeo has to be a Montague.

My mother and father have always had a rivalry with Montague's  Even when I was growing up I remember being taught to never trust Montague's and that they are just filing my head with lies. For a long time I believed them and when ever a Montague talked to me I would never respond. But now, I'm not so sure. I want to make my own decisions on people and what they are like. I have made the decision to trust Romeo.

Whether I trust him or not is not the problem. The problem is that my parents would never give me permission to see him again, let alone date or marry him!

I just wish that I had longer with him or just see him again. At least i have this picture of us to remember him by, someone took it while at the party.





Leave your thoughts in the comments, you guys alway seem to make me smile. xx

My First Kiss

I have a lot of exciting news to tell all of you. So to start, my Farther was hosting a dress up party (here is a photo of my costume for those that are interested).  

  
As the night went on and my interest for staying dwindled down to almost nothing, then as I was walking away from the music and noise I passed a mesmerising ocean blue fish tank with beautifully coloured fish. But what was even more beautiful was the man standing on the other side. Our eyes locked and lingered on each other. Then as I felt like this moment couldn't get any better, my nurse pulled me away from him and into Paris's arms.

Now previously, I wouldn't mind being thrown in to Paris's arms because I decided to give him (and my mother) a chance (see the whole story on Paris in my previous post) but I was being dragged away from a man that I felt the strongest connection towards. As I was dancing with Paris I couldn't stop thinking about the man I saw through the fish tank and that I might never be able to see him again. Obviously, he was thinking about me too, because as I was dancing a hand grabbed my waist and pulled me away into the lift, I turned and our eyes locked just like they had before. Then he leaned in and kissed me.

This may seem like the perfect story where there will defiantly be a fairytale and everybody will live happily ever after. But its not. He is a Montague. The worst thing about it is that my feelings haven't  changed and I still love him. Leave your thoughts in the comments and I will update you all very soon. xx



  

 

The Marriage Discussion

Can you believe it! Today my Mother (Lady Capulet) and nurse came in to my room and started talking about how I should be getting married soon and having a family. Just because many other people my age are getting married doesn't mean I want to. They were always thinking about my future, plotting and planning who will make a perfect husband. Did you know when I was 10 they both had husbands lined up for me? Then they would have in-depth conversations about the pros and cons of both. Sometimes I can't believe them! Don't get me wrong, marriage is a honour I dream to have, but i want to find someone in my own time.

Anyway they want to set me up with Paris. Paris is a kind man, who is very good to look at, but I still want a fairy tale romance where my prince from a far away land comes and sweeps me off my feet. Not my mother and nurse setting me up.

I have very mixed feelings on this whole situation, if you have any advice or thoughts on this mess please leave them in the comments. xx