Letters to Juliet - Process of Editing

Shame

(Real life)

Juliet's POV

I looked at myself one more time in the mirror, disgusted with myself. Absolutely disgusted by the fact I resorted to this. Heartbroken, I walked out of the small little room I was in, and onto the big stage in front of a crowd. Full of men. I slowly took of my robe, and did a little dance. Yep, you guessed it. I'm a stripped. After I left Harry, my one and only true love, I ran away to a small city around London. I was running, crying when a lady had found me. That lady is now my boss, Diamond Rose. She's so sweet, and she's like a mother to me. I know she's there for me, and I trust her with everything. I told her about my relationship with Harry; how we met, how he asked me out, where he took me for our first date, how we were in love, how he had almost proposed, and how I had left him. She had given me good advice, but not enough to make me go back. No, Harry was not abusive. He didn't hurt me in any way. But that's what scared me. I was haunted by the fear that someday Harry would break my heart. So me, being the fool I am, broke his heart. I'm still madly in love with him. I pictured a life with him. I could see myself spending the rest of my life with him, but I was afraid he might find better.

After my little show, I walked back to my dressing room, ashamed of myself and what I had just done. I was always disgusted by what those kind of girls did, but hey, you gotta do what you gotta do. So I changed back into some sweats and a sweatshirt and t-shirt. After I was done, I collected the money the men had thrown at me, and walked out, wishing I could leave the shame behind.

As I was walking, I heard a couple fighting, and I felt even more guilty. Someone there was breaking someone's heart, just like I had done Harry's. Knowing I had hurt him left me broken inside, wishing I could turn back time. Something inside me dared me to go back to him, to tell him it's alright, and to be back in his arms. But I knew this was best for me, so I ignored the little voice, and kept walking. I looked at my phone, and saw a text from him. It was a poem. One he had written. It broke my heart to see it, and as I read it, my heart broke even more. Every word tugged at the ripping seem, and I felt as if I could just sob, right then and there.

I bumped into someone, but didn't bother looking up, for I was too busy reading the sweet words. They said:

Dearest Juliet,

I tried so hard.

I tried my best.

I gave you my all,

and now there's nothing left.

You stole my heart,

then tore it in two.

Now I'm falling apart,

and don't know what to do.

Divided by decisions,

burned by the fire.

Confused by your words.

Tempted by desire.

I'm living in the present.

My mind is on the past.

Not knowing what I'll lose.

Not knowing what will last.

Blinded by fear.

Drowning in doubt.

Struggling to be free.

Looking for a way out.

Always,

Harry

And my heart completely broke. He was still in love with me, and I him. But we need space. I'm not sure why we needed this, but a little voice inside my head was telling me to do it. Saying it was for the best, while my heart was screaming at me to stay with him. I should've known this was wrong, for a song had once told me:

Listen to your heart, before you tell him goodbye.