My lovely Rosaline, When I first glimpsed you amidst the crowd, I thought that my eyes had deceived me. Before I laid my eyes upon your charming face, I had never imagined that such beauty could exist in a woman. As I continued to stare at you from across the street, you caught my eye and feelings inside me that I never knew existed bubbled to the surface. A love that was deep, red, and pure engulfed me. Since that encounter, I have dreamt of a day that we would get married, have children, and live a long and happy life. Those happy thoughts flooded my mind, and I was swallowed by the love I had for you. My love for you expanded as the days went by. Every morning, I would return to the spot that I had first seen you, and hope that you would return. At last, a few days later, my patience paid off. I saw you again, but I was too shy to approach you. Seeing you again sparked the fire that was already burning weakly in my heart, and it ignited into a forest fire that blazed through my body. I was determined to become your lover the next time we met. Eventually, I gathered enough courage to approach you and talk to you. Before I could say a word, however, you told me that you were dedicated to a life of chaste, and then walked away, leaving me speechless. The arrow that Cupid had fired at you ricocheted and sunk into my willing flesh. It was a one way relationship, with me loving you and you pushing me away. My life became a slideshow in my head as the days silently slipped by, my mind filled only with thoughts of you. Every morning I would walk alone amongst the grove of sycamore trees, living as if I were dead. Penned in my room throughout the day, I created an artificial night, where I spent countless hours staring into empty space. Why do you not love me like I love you? There is but one clear image in my mind, and that is the image of your face. The beautiful, flawless face that I have loved since the moment I laid my eyes upon you. Everyone else is but a foggy
