Romeo’s Gratitude
Anneke Zegers
Dear Juliet,
I never had a chance to say thank you to you after the feast.
And the wedding. And the other night. Everything just happened
so fast, and now that you are dead, I don’t know what to do with
myself.
When I first saw you at the feast, I was awestruck by your
loveliness. You are so much fairer than your cousin, Rosaline, and
your gentle spirit is much more lovable. When I think back on
what I felt for her, it was mere fascination, and trivial desire. But
you, my dearest Juliet, have taught me the true meaning of love.
I am forever in your debt, my saint. Though I was unworthy to
touch your hand, you let me. You gave me the freedom to worship
your beauty with my mouth, my hands, and my heart. My saint
and angel, I am grateful that you were so willing to accept my ardent praise.
That night at the balcony, I also must thank you for speaking
your mind frankly. I know that you probably would have had it
differently, where I was not given such insight into your thoughts
and affection for me. However, what you said needed to be said,
and I was glad to hear you speak of your love then so I would not
have to go through the torture that most men do of being held at
arm’s length.
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