I thought that the worst pain I would ever feel would be Rosaline telling me how she wouldn’t accept my love. However, this is the worst pain that I have ever felt in my life. Seeing Juliet’s holy, lifeless body in her tomb is a sight that I will never fully comprehend. Death couldn’t even remove Juliet’s beauty. They say that before you die you see a wonderful light then meet death peacefully. What about Juliet’s death is peaceful? Her life will forever affect me and everyone in Verona. I don’t know how I am going to survive this tragedy. I’ve already asked Friar Lawrence to create a concoction of sorts to make a poison that will kill me. He very well knows which plants can be of use for healing properties and which are lethal. If that poison doesn’t work then my broken heart will do the deed. I am not able to comprehend how others have their heartbroken multiple times, and they’re still willing to love. Perhaps it’s because their love isn’t as strong as mine and Juliet’s. Why must fate do this to us? Everything about love is so bitter sweet. Why must the most beautiful things be so deceiving? Juliet and I haven’t done any wrong. I will be eternally blessed and grateful to have met her, but I will no longer have another chance to tell her just how much she truly meant to me. They say when you lose a loved one, talking about their joyous life will make the grieving process easier. I could not disagree more with that statement. It just makes you realize how much more you’re going to miss them. We were destined to be together, but I suppose that our love wasn’t supposed to be.