Giving Thanks
It seems that this Thursday was a kind of holy day in this land dedicated to giving thanks for the things in life we are grateful to have. In a lot of ways, I have much I should be thankful for.
I am thankful for whatever it was that brought me here, for it saved my life and averted the cruel fate of many people.
I am thankful for the kind sisters who have done so much to take care of me and make me feel comfortable in this strange world.
And I am grateful for having had the chance to meet Romeo and keep him as a friend even though our love was short-lived.
And yet, there is a small part of me that wonders if these things were for the better. One of you told me that my story inspired you and countless others, but I am no longer the Juliet of that story, defined by her death. How ironic it is, for an early demise would have given Romeo and me immortality.
I am grateful for the opportunity to live and to experience so many wonderful things. And yet there is that horrible, selfish part of me that wonders if this is right.
You may have inspired many, but you misunderstand my words. You say that your death is what made you immortal and that is untrue.
As I have previously stated the reason you inspired me was because of the determination and heart of you two despite the dislike of your families. You attacked the problem head on in order to find a better solution. Your death is not what inspired us. It was your courage, tenacity, and bond that inspired us including me.
The living become immortal as they die, yet some become immortal either way. Pursue that which you have lost and return across plains to achieve the immortality you so deserve.
Yeah, well, we’re thankful for you too. The CURRENT you. Not just the old you in literature.
I hope you went to a nice dinner. We don’t celebrate that particular holiday where I came from, but the food sounds delicious
What my compatriot says above is true. I seem to prefer the fictionals in the now rather then their originals, as these variations have learned more about life. Like a page of a book folded into a paper sculpture, you have gained depth. Congrats on that. Also, I hope you enjoyed your Thanksgiving meal.
Dear Juliet,
I haven’t commented on your blog much because, well, conflict of interest, as I’m sure you’ll realize if you’ve seen my comments on Romeo’s posts.
But the thing is, Juliet, I want, more than anything, for Romeo to be happy. And I think we both know that he can only be happy if he’s with you.
We’re just about ready to send you back to Verona, but Romeo doesn’t want to go– because he doesn’t think it’s safe for you if he goes back with you.
But he’s WRONG. And it would kill me for him to sacrifice any chance at happiness on a wrong assumption.
So I’m begging you, Juliet, for his happiness and yours– take him with you. Convince him to GO with you. Make sure, when it’s time to send you back, that he is by your side. Or he will be miserable forever, for no good reason.
Sincerely,
Qara-Xuan