"these violent
delights have violent ends, and, in their triumph die, like fire
and powder, which, as they kiss, consume.
— romeo and juliet (act ii, scene six)
— romeo and juliet (act ii, scene six)
Did my heart love til now
Forswear it sight
For I never saw true beauty til this night
Forswear it sight
For I never saw true beauty til this night
"For never was a story of more
woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo."
I can't do everything
But I'd do anything for you
I can't do anything
Except be in love with you
But I'd do anything for you
I can't do anything
Except be in love with you
You can fall for pretty strangers
And the promises
That they hold
And the promises
That they hold
Give me my Romeo.
And when he shall die,
Cut him out in little stars.
And he will make the face of heaven so fine,
That all the world will be in love with Night.
o she doth teach the torches to burn bright
“When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.”
-Juliet (Shakespeare)
What if Paris had been Juliet's
friend? Her very best friend? What if he was the only
one she could confide in about the whole devastating thing with
Romeo? The one person
who really understood her and made her feel halfway human
again? What if he was patient and kind? What if he took
care of her? What if
Juliet knew she couldn't survive without him? What
if he really loved her, and wanted her to be happy?
And… what if she loved Paris? Not like Romeo. Nothing like that, of course. But enough that she wanted him to be happy, too?
And… what if she loved Paris? Not like Romeo. Nothing like that, of course. But enough that she wanted him to be happy, too?
