Romeo and Juliet - and love

Folks,

just spent the whole eve in front of my TV, watching Romeo and Juliet.
It's been years since the last time and I'm amazed (scared!) at how this movie still appeals to me.



I can't even describe the sudden misery I found myself in. When the credits rolled over the screen I was feeling so grave and uneasy, so lost somehow. I didn't move for what felt like ages.

I wonder if Shakespeare truly believed in this kind of love...and I can't imagine. After all, he was an artist.
So many people claim that they love their darling so, so much - once I was one of them too. But how many of them would die for the person they claim to love so much? I believe none. Or at least I don't believe they'd really do it in the end.

Well, I wouldn't want to die for a man, and fortunately - as a single lady - I don't have to. But I could definitely live without this emotional "emptiness". But whom should I love?
Who is this man I could fall for and where am I to find him? And when? And what will happen if I meet him?
Will I change?
Will I claim to love my darling so, so much (of course without having the slightest courage to ever die for him)...?

Time will tell.

But now it's time to stop musing and let my aching head rest for a few hours.

Goodnight.

PS: Do read Romeo and Juliet, have a
look. (Did I mention that I love MacBeth?)