When I was twelve, my sixth-grade English class went on a field trip to see Franco Zeffirellis film adaptation of Shakespeares Romeo and Juliet. From that moment forward I dreamed that someday Id meet my own Juliet. Id marry her and I would love her with the same passion and intensity as Romeo. The factthat their marriage lasted fewer than three days before they both were deaddidnt seem to affect my fantasy. Even if they had lived, I dont think theirrelationship could have survived. Lets face it, being that emotionally aflame, sexually charged, and transcendentally eloquent every single second can really start to grate on a persons nerves. However, if I could find someone to love just a fraction of the way that Montague loved his Capulet, then marrying her would be worth it.
