There is a tradition at the home of the Capulet's in Verona, Italy, where Romeo and Juliet fell in love. Every day, women from all over the world travel to write a letter to Juliet asking for advice about love before placing it on, or sometime in, the wall of the home under the balcony.
For hundreds of years, letters have been written to Juliet and placed on the wall. Sometimes, answers are given. At times, fate happens. Destinies are discovered. So, it's worth a shot...
Dear Juliet,
It seems like love has escaped my grasp over the years, most times for the better. I continue to wish at 11:11 or on shooting stars, but I can't seem to find my Romeo; someone to swim across oceans and leave all else behind for. When wishing isn't enough, when will my Romeo enter?
I know, it's a silly idea to write to Juliet. I understand that. But why can't I believe in the magic of love? Why can't I believe that once in a while something so marvelous, so magical, so inspiring can happen outside of stories? I believe in love. I believe I can love.
One day, I will find love. Sure, it may not be in the form of a heart-filled plea from the bottom of a balcony for me to run away into the arms of my night in shining armor. But, love is out there, and like Juliet, once I find it, I would do anything to keep it.
