Dear Romeo

I know you like me and i don’t know what to do about it… we never talk and im too scared to approach you when your with your friends. I do like you and i want to get to know you better but i don’t know how to go about our situation. I really don’t want this to turn into nothing and just fade away, i want this to happen.

From Juliet

Dear, romeo
I have thought of many ways to come about this and even though it is to late i want you to know my answer is yes. that day you came to my house and asked me to leave with you and marry you i should have said yes then and there. but i didn’t. i asked you to give me time to think. my romeo now you are gone never to return ,never to breath, your caress is lost as your last kiss fades. my romeo i want you to know that the day you passed i was on my way to your house with one packed bag to tell you yes . i fear i will never get to tell you how i truly feel but at least it is heard. my romeo i want you to know i will always love you never to be with another never to look at another to dedicate my life to my future and to being with you.
Love,
Juliet
p.s i’m pregnant and he shall have your name and know all about his glorious father

Romeo-

Sometimes I think you wanna be together then you throw a curveball at me and throw me off.
Should I keep trying or stay in the Friend Zone?
Either way I will be happy as long as your in it.

Tell me what I should do, I am not a mind reader.

Your Friend,
Juliet

Dear Romeo,

i’ve known you for 5 years now, we even had a relation that lasted almost 3 years, you still care for me i know, but why cant you be true to your self and admit it, you are always trying to get in touch with me…. and you obviously know i still love you.

always yours, YOUR Juliet

Dear Romeo,

I want to run to you

and punch you in the face

Juliet

Dear Mr. Montague,

You know it’s bad when I still find you incredibly sexy while you are dissecting cat balls.

Until graduation,
Juliet

Dear Romeo,
Yes, I like you. Me and every other heterosexual girl in your classes. At first I’d never think you even noticed me, I’m not the prettiest, smartest or flashiest girl in school. I’m quite normal when it comes to clothes, except that I paint my shoes.

Then you started noticing me, you started talking to me on your own terms! Then, suddenly, you stopped. At first, I thought it was because the real teacher saw how I looked at you, how often you looked at me. I thought you had gotten scared by the slight age difference, I thought I just wasn’t good enough for you.

Then you started noticing me again! Even so brave as to speak to me in Spanish, even when you know I’m fluent in the language! You have turned me into the thing I never wanted to become, a lovesick schoolgirl. Now everything reminds me of you and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.

I’m not usually this shy with boys, I’m tempted everyday to tell you, to ask you if you really do feel the same or if you’re just playing with me. But everytime I open my mouth in front of you, I loose the ability to think before I speak and stupid things come out.

I really wish I could talk to you like a normal person without getting nervous or sick. I really wish I had more ‘cojones’. I really wish you knew how old I really am.

Your Juliet

What happened? We were becoming friends before you blocked me on facebook and started to try to act cool. What is it with you and being cool? Being cool doesn’t get you anywhere in life, I hope you know that. You lost me. You might not know this yet, but you will soon enough. Don’t look over at me during church. Don’t smile at me. I cant bear that. So don’t. I’m writing this because I get it all out. I know that you’ll probably never ever read this, but I had to write this. I’m sorry if I made you feel “uncool” in front of your friends, or if I embarrassed you in front of your friends. I’m sorry for whatever I did, that made you hate me, or whatever your feeling towards me. I’m just so confused right now. I really miss talking to you on facebook, btw. And I don’t even see you that much at church anymore.

Love, Juliet.

Dear Romeo

Why do you have to be so mean? Why do you have to ignore me at church and block me on facebook? All your friends say that you like me, but I’m so confused. I love you.

When I was much younger, I asked my mom why people love so young. And she told me that one day, I will long to hear the words I love you.

So now, I am longing for those words on your lips. I am now longing for your hands in mine, and your arms wrapped around me.

So Romeo, when will you meet my needs?

Ever-waiting,
Juliet