my birthday is on sunday. who wants to buy me a drink?
and oh yeah maybe i'm married now, too.
The happiness is because I'm married. I'm married, at eighteen years old. I didn't think I'd be married until I was closing in on thirty, after I was done being a young adult. When I'd grown up. Most people don't meet their 'soul mates', if such things exist, until they're much older than we are. We got lucky. And now I'm about to turn nineteen and married to the woman of my dreams. I can't believe it.
And I'm terrified. Not because I'm married-- that's nothing. I can do this. I'm terrified that my parents or her parents or someone is going to find out and break us apart. Mark knows, and he's okay with it; he's my best friend for a reason. And apparently Tyler knows, too, and is ripping Juliet in two because of it. But I can't lose her. My darling, darling Juliet.
We're married. We're supposed to be happy. And I am happy, generally. I'm happy that I'm with her and she's with me and we're going to be together forever. Wedded bliss. But it could be so much better. I want to shout it to the world: I, Romeo Montague, am married to Juliet Capulet. Juliet Montague. I want everyone to know.
And they'll have to, eventually.
I know I say this all the time. You all probably think it's passé by now but I'm Romeo fucking Montague and I don't care. I think I'm in love and it feels great.