The Hidden Letter

Dear Juliet,

I can only compare thou smile to a blooming pedal in the middle of the spring. Art thou allowed to love rather than pretend? Thou hath played me for the last 3 acts, teasing me with lips and hands only comparable to the most beautiful of the angels. I only spoke in this tongue because you say that it turned you on even in thou worst states.

Now I am done speaking in this rubbish of a language. All along I followed you with my heart in my hands awaiting your approval. Now I see that it was indeed his heart that you had hidden under your flesh. I see that it was his eyes that you compared to oceans, not mine at all. I doubt that I will ever post this letter; by the time you read it I will be long gone. I would never have found out if it wasn’t for the Friar giving me the truth potion. I saw everything, the kisses, the laughter, the lies. So tonight, I am giving up on everything that I’ve ever known. You do not know that I am aware of your selfish act of adultery. Therefore, in the midst of the night, I will sneak into the church and poison myself with the drink of the gods. Then, Balthasar will spread the message to you and your new lover. When all is said and done you will see my paralyzed body lying cold on the ground. Then you will realize what you have done and cry over my lifeless body. Then, when all hope is gone, I will wake up and spit at your feet. You will realize the terrible act that you have committed and beg for my forgiveness. Hopefully at this time, your lover, my cousin-Benvolio will arrive to watch you cry yourself to a slow and painful death. Dearest Juliet, our story is nothing but a lie.

With Love,

“Your” Romeo

by Nicolas Grabowski