Off to Mantua I Go

Last night Juliet and I consummated our marriage. Oh it was the best night of my life. Nothing has ever felt so good that to be with my wife. She was not even mad at me for my awful mistake of killing Tybalt. It felt like I was in a dream. The night was so lovely, but you know what they say, all good things come to an end. By the breaking of morning I had to hurry out of Verona and head to Mantua. Saying goodbye to the lovely Juliet was the hardest thing I have ever had to do in my entire life. I felt like I was being stabbed in the heart. Our last kiss we had before I left is one that I will never forget. Now I am aimlessly roaming around dreadful Mantua. There is nothing here but a bunch of poor filthy people. I do not even know what to do during the days. All I find myself doing is thinking about Juliet and wondering what she is doing and when I will see her next, or even IF I will see her again. What an awful feeling.