Juliet... you're gone. Ever since I saw your angelic beauty: fair hair, cool, clear orbs of fiery chocolate, your cute little button nose... I was hooked. You were like a rare elixir of magic. Your voice was sweeter than the singing of a thousand angels, and far more angelic. I still remember how you used to say my name. You'd let a little smile tug at the corner of your lips. Whether that was out of respect or not, I still don't know. I'd like to think it was because some part of you liked me. But every time his name was mentioned, your face would light up brighter than it had ever been. Around him, your smile only got more and more radiant. I was so jealous. You gave your love to a man that murdered your cousin in cold blood. I was willing to give you anything in the world, Juliet. My sweet, sweet Juliet. Even now, I'm still in love with you.
Juliet, I miss you so much. Everything reminds me of you. I'll stir my coffee again and again, but it will never match the shade of your radiant, bright gaze. I'll look outside, only to be reminded of your free spirit. Although your parents kept you on a tight leash, it didn't stop you from being an ambitious, young girl. You would've made a great mother, I'm sure. I suppose you're free now, though. With Romeo.
Juliet, my intention was never to make you feel unhappy. I just wanted to love you. I needed you to love me back. Your every touch sent shivers through my skin, you gave me a sort of rush... my sweet Juliet, you were like a drug to me. I couldn't let you go. I needed to show you how devoted I was... how devoted I am to you. But my own selfishness caused you to sheath the Montague blade in the sweet caress of your chest, and for that I will never forgive myself. I wish I had told you this before, that I never wanted to pressure you into anything. But as you died, so did my heart. Without you, my sweet Juliet, I am stuck in a perpetual state of indifference. I can't feel anymore. Of course, I'd try to forget you, but it's near impossible.
You stood out. You'd be the only blossoming buttercup amongst dying weeds. You were the only moon in the sky, accompanied by many ordinary stars. You were unique, okay? That's why I can't forget you. I can never love another woman as I did you.
I'm sorry, Juliet. I'm sorry for ever trying to love you.
I'm sorry.
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Juliet's Death: Paris' Viewpoint
RandomIf you want to get inside the heads of the characters of Romeo and Juliet, then read this. This is a monologue written from the viewpoint of Paris, the man who Juliet's parents wanted her to marry. Paris is reminiscing about the times that Juliet wa...
