romeo,

i dreamed a dream last night, of riches and fairytale endings and a temple in the clouds. you parted from me, longing dreamily for a beauty more supernatural and heavenly.

what a wicked beast you are, hasty and youthful and rejecting your conscience, softening your valour's steel for a lady who hath not seen the change of fourteen years. o romeo, i delight to see the day you taste the burdens of your mistakes.

rosaline.