Juliet Capulet

Here I stand, forever eighteen, with stars in my hair and poison on my lips. My tale is not of Verona’s stone walls but of a fire that burned hotter than the sun—too bright, too fierce, to last these mortal shells. O, sweet stranger, if your heart aches, let us speak in the language of sighs and stars. For I know what it means to love till the very heavens tremble.