Dear Shakespeare:
I cannot express the love I have for you as well. I am deeply flattered as butterflies conquer my stomach, hearts swarmed my mind with nothing else but your name in it. I cannot express my emotions at this time, for such a staggering poem. I feel as if I cannot match up to you, I feel as if we were in separate classes of people, we are people from two different places. I know I am more beautiful and better in everyway than summer, but it is just wrong, we are just not the same people, people would not accept our love right now. People would look upon us as if we were freaks, we would then be isolated in this world. William, your charming charisma is absolutely unavoidable, the way you look at me in the eyes, the way you treat me, the way you tell me "you look beautiful tonight", you melt my heart completely, as you have all of my heart, all of my soul. You know I belong to you, but this is simply wrong. We cannot continue like this William! I know this letter is short, this letter may be dreadful for your passion for me, but we cannot be together. No one would ever accept us and understand how we feel about each other. This is simply wrong. Sorry
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