#WhenYouWereMine
Shakespeare
got it wrong. His most famous work, and he
completely missed the mark. You know the one I’m talking about. Star-crossed
lovers. Ill-fated romance. Torn apart by family and circumstance. It’s the
perfect love story. To have someone who loves you so much they would actually
die for you.
But
the thing people never remember about Romeo and Juliet is that it’s not
a love story; it’s a drama. In fact, Romeo and Juliet isn’t even the
original title of the play. It was called The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet.
Tragedy. Everyone dies for this love that, in my opinion, wasn’t all that solid
from the get-go.
I mean, their families hated each other, so even if they did
survive, every holiday and birthday until the end of time would be a royal pain.
Not to mention that they had absolutely no friends in common, so forget double
dates. No, it would be Romeo and Juliet all alone, forever. And maybe that
seems romantic at fourteen, or whatever, but it’s totally not realistic. I
mean, I can’t think of a less romantic ending to a story.
And
the truth is, it wasn’t supposed to end that way.
If
you read closely, you’ll realize that there was someone before Juliet ever came
into the picture. Someone who Romeo loved very much. Her name was Rosaline. And
Romeo went to the party that first night, the night everything began, to see
her. Everyone always thinks Romeo and Juliet were so helpless to fate, that
they were at the mercy of their love for each other. Not true. Juliet wasn’t
some sweet, innocent girl torn apart by destiny. She knew exactly what she was
doing. The problem was, Shakespeare didn’t. Romeo didn’t belong with Juliet; he
belonged with me. It was supposed to be us together forever, and it would have
been if she hadn’t come along and stolen him away. Maybe then all of this could
have been avoided. Maybe then they’d still be alive.
What
if the greatest love story ever told was the wrong one?
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