The Desperate Letter of Selfish Humble Romeo

To My Dearest Juliet,

                You do not know how much you hurt me. I am so confused with a very big question of why you did it to me. Now, I want you to know what the feeling of the other side of me is – my side who cannot understand it all. Sometimes it is already tiring saying “I understand you” which in fact I do not. I contradict myself. How can I say I understand you well if I feel pain inside of me?

                You are right. This pain cannot be erased anymore. Only one thing could lessen this heartache. That is if you will remain at my side. Now do not even ask for freedom or break-up because I will never grant it to you again. At this time, you are my prisoner. I will never let you go. Selfish that I am, yes, I will accept it just to hold you in my arms forever, just to take care of you, just to possess you.

                Physically, I do not hold you but do not dare to escape because you do not know me yet. I was changed by what you did. Do not try to hurt me anymore because I do not know what will be happened to me and what can I do anymore.

                I am blaming myself. It seems that I let it to happen. I am not pleasing you to take care of my love; I am dictating you to do not do something which can break my heart again. You do not know me!

                Yes, this other side of me is hard-headed or hard-hearted somehow, but I do not understand this self because I could not deny the fact that I cannot leave you, be wrath on you, cannot let you go because still my true being dictates that I love you.

                Please! Better not to say you love me that to say it without proving it, without living with it. I cannot feel your love to what you say. It is a great absurdity.

                Do not extend it to my extent. Do not test me to my limit. I have limitation, of course, I have. You do not know me.

                Do not wait the time that you do not find me anymore to this humble and silent place, but in the place of insanity.

                Do not wait morning when you will wake up living in my revenge. Do hurt me again and you will taste my revenge. Do it again and you will see me lying on the redness of my blood.

                I will, I will revenge. I will feel revenged when you see me dead. My revenge is my death.

                Better to die than to live without you.

                Better to die than to see you flying away.

                I love you, Juliet!

                I will revenge till my grave.

                I will love you till my death.

Lovingly Yours,

Romeo