I always wondered why people thought that Romeo and Juliet were great for each other . It was a terrible love story considering that they died in the end . Juliet was 13 and Romeo was a massive dick and they could have stopped alot of things from happening if they had just communicated . Maybe I was in that situation only that I was not in love with my Romeo and neither was he . It was like I was sentenced to a life of unhappiness and there was nothing that I could do to escape it . All I could do was fi dnways to escape it by making myself happy but nothing really made me happy except him. Lancelot . I could not even remember when I first started having a crush on him. Maybe when I was still a kid and I could shake it off because he looked like a sex god and I was craved of it but I couldn't do anything with him. Him being my husband's son made things a little bit complicated . Sometimes he looked too good to the point where I forgot he was married . "Hunny are you listening to me ?", my annoying husband asked from across the table .