“I still can’t believe what I did. Last night at our party I kissed not just anyone, but a Montague. Romeo was his name, and I am deeply in love with him. Where is he? Will I ever see him again?” These were the things I was saying and thinking the morning after the Capulet party. I was processing my love for Romeo when all of a sudden he called out to me. I was very confused until I looked down and there he was. It was almost creepy that he had stayed the night outside my family’s walls and had been standing there listening to me the whole time. He started to profess his love for me. I was unsure, I had only just met this man, but I knew I loved him. We both made it clear that we wanted to be wedded at once. So I sent him off to find a priest