“Shall i compare thee to a summer’s day,...”
Those words repeated inside my head, over and over again.As i walked out of drama class, i wondered if i could ever find someone like Romeo, that would take me as their Juliet…Only with different names, and perhaps a different ending to the beautiful story.
You think i’m crazy. right?
No, It’s okay if you really think so, i understand where you are coming up with that theory.
I prefer to call it, however, Hopeless romanticism.
I have dated several guys but they all seem to think that this is an issue. I wait weeks to hear them utter those very words of shakespeare.They never do.
Kevin did. He said them to me!
This is what happened;
“Will you go out with me?”
“Yes!” I said excitedly.
We went out and had fun, we went out several more times; to the movies, to the park, to parties.
He drove me home one night and as i proceeded to exit his car, he stopped me.
“Shall i compare thee to a summer’s day.”
I sat there, motionless for a minute.
“Wow!”
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Hopeless romanticism
Posted 10 months ago
Hopeless romanticism
Posted 10 months ago
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