Where are you, my Juliet?

I wandered through the streets. I watched the shadows of busy men bustling about the hectic city. Another day to live, another day to suffer.

How long has it been since I last saw her? That beautiful face with that breath-taking smile to match and with those almond-like eyes. Boy, did I miss her. Where are you, my love? Where are you? Where art thou, my Juliet?

I first laid eyes on that angelic face on a summer's night. She glowed with pure radiance and shined under the moonlight. She caught my eyes as she caught my heart. To me, it was love at first sight. Her beauty was immense, it filled my whole night. She glanced at me for less than a second, and my heart leapt with joy! She noticed me for the first time! Although as happy as I was, I was infinitely embarrassed, she caught me staring straight at her like a dumb fool! She giggled for just that brief moment, and it meant everything to me. I knew for sure she liked me!

I approached her, confident as I was, only to be turned down and get my pride stepped on. But I did not complain, nor did I breathe a word on this. How could I, a man like me, ever date a girl like that? But a man can have desires, and what I desired was her soft scent close to me.

I saw her only once, and it was on that summer's night. I caught her eyes at me only for that brief moment when she looked at me. From that millisecond, I could tell, she was beautiful inside and out. A pure angel brought down from the heavens. Dear God, I miss her so.

I wander on the same street that I last saw her. Walking, watching, peeking at every corner, hoping to catch one last glimpse at that pretty face. How long have I done that until it has become my daily routine? How long has it been until it has become my route to work and back? How long?

Dear me, I cannot recall. It was on the summer of 96. It has been years. I wonder if she had changed; I wonder if she is still single. I miss her, I miss her, for years I have longed for her. But sadly, never once have I saw her since that summer night of 96. If only I could see her again, I would tell her how much I have longed for her, how long I have waited for her. If only she would reappear...

I do not care if she has a husband, nor do I care if she has children, I have to see her, I have to tell her, my heart is aching with tears. Where, oh, where could she be? My darling Juliet, where are you?!

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END OF STORY

This is not a sequel of the Black Eagle, this is just another stupid story I managed to conjure up in the middle of the night. I have no life >.<