In My Heart
My dear readers, I don’t know what to think anymore. The other day, I chanced upon a store selling books, and it turned out to be the very store where Romeo was working. How surprised I was to see him so suddenly! My heart was racing, for I had not seen him for days, but we had a very amicable conversation.
He had to step away to tend to a customer, and thinking it rude to leave without a proper goodbye, I remained for a while longer, browsing the tomes. It did not take me long to find yet another copy of that very book, my friends, and once again it was empty of writing. When Romeo returned, I asked him if the book looked the same to him. He nodded, but for a moment I saw his features darken before he abruptly started talking about other things.
That was when I remembered that several of you had directed me to a page where I could see a summary of that book’s contents. I suggested to Romeo that we look at it together, but his reaction was not one I could have expected. He told me that it did not matter in a raised voice, and I was so shocked by his shouts that I could not hold back my tears. Even as he apologized, I ran out of the store, ashamed of my emotions.
By the time I returned to the dormitory, I had finally regained control of myself. Vowing to stop being so moved by my feelings for Romeo, I found the page you readers have shown me and began to read.
Dear readers, I feel that there is little purpose in reiterating what is written there. I must be the only person in this world who did not know – did not know that my life is but part of a tragic tale of warning that has been retold in this world for centuries. That had we not been delivered here when we had, Romeo and I would become but martyrs in literature.
Days have passed, and I am still unable to sort out my thoughts and feelings. I know not what to think, nor what I want anymore. For I know in my heart that I would have made every single one of those decisions as written on that page.
This was to be expected. I am so sorry you had to find out this way. It really is tragic. However, the metaguards are working on a way to help you both out and give you a good ending in the story. We can do it, we have the technology, we have the capabilities.
You two have been one of the biggest influences in my reading life. Not only is your story one of the most famous ever written, but it has sparked a famous revolution in Literature and Theatre for 4 centuries.
I know what I say is odd and probably makes no sense but I feel I should say it. However I want to say it a bit differently… (Excuse if I do it wrong it is a tribute not a fact)
Doth me lady understand her predicament upon the catacombs of emotion and plight? For I do. For thee and thine past lover hast shaped the foundations of Love and peace among conflict. Even though there shalt be death within the begrudged tale I feel it necessary to speak to thee about which has shaped such a time. Thine two bold lovers died upon the tomb with peace in heart and not malice, love and not conflict, Henceforth thine families rekindle hellfire and brimstone to embrace light and goodness in heart. For thee has shaped how they were and made their future quite more a better one than it shant be if thine hadn’t committed such an act.
(Sorry if that is not understandable)
You two shaped the way I think and the way I act in accordance with people in general. There was not a story that could compete with yours in my opinion. Although you two died, your families realized what they had done and made up. Although peace had been attained, what made me love it the most was that you felt your love was worth dying for. I don’t know how to fix yours and Romeo’s past relationship but I do know this. The love you both shared in the story inspired me and inspired millions of people for decades to come.
You became an icon in literature, a goddess among pages. What you achieved was not easily done. Rest assured we are working on a way to help you.
That is all I have to say and I am sorry for this wall of text ma’am.
The guy above? He’s right. I lack his eloquence but I do know this: You have been impoprtant for centuries, as a symbol and a message, and yes, as a tragedy… We were scared to tell you at first, for obvious reasons. But now we know you as something even more than that. We know you as a person. We know you as Jules.
Writers are cruel -they take their characters and subject them to such things, sometimes in the name of a moral message, or a percieved goodness. Writing is one of our most powerful tools. It changes the world, sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worst… But I’m sure every one of us here would happily give up Romeo and Juliet the Martyrs for the Sake of Romeo and Juliet the People who had a chance to live their lives as they choose, and didn’t feel they had to die or suffer forever without each other.
I still hope we can give you that. I’ll be honest and say I’m not sure if we can. But… let us keep trying.