If I would be staging this scene when both Romeo and Juliet is writing their dairies , their emotions should be sweet and smiling. Juliet might be singing while writing down this be also afraid if someone knocks on the door.
Romeo's diary:
I went to the Capulets' house tonight despite of my friends misunderstanding about my feelings toward Rosaline, and how they were trying to stop me loudly to sneak in to the garden. Fortunately, i see my love standing out on the balcony. The yellowish moonlight softly sprays down the green, life full garden, insects chirping just like my heart beat, constantly pounding, whenever I think of her. Especially that moment when I saw her face, so sullen, but beautiful. I heard her voice, was she talking to me? Was she also thinking about me just like how I did? I could not bear one more second apart from Juliet. It was the most beautiful and the warmest night I have ever experienced. We were so close to each other yet so far. I would remember how she looked at me with her sparking eyes like a shinny star, I promise myself and my love, she will soon be my wife.
Juliet's diary:
No clouds were covering the sky tonight, I could see the moon clearly on the balcony. The moon was so clear and obvious just like my love towards Romeo, couldn't be hidden, it is so strong and lovely that I could not stop thinking about it. Those cordial eyes looking straight into my eyes on the ball that day, unforgettable. It is defiantly a miracle or maybe we were just meant to be together, I saw my one and only under my balcony. What a surprise, I guess none of the Montagues have ever came so close to our garden. His hands warm, his kiss soft and our promise will come true. I can not wait another day to touch Romeo's face and listen to his voice. Tomorrow night, the wedding will be my day of happiness, having a person to rely on. O Romeo, my Romeo, Even though you're Romeo, I'm Juliet, nothing is between us. I'll see you soon again and we will never loose each other no matter what.
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