I've always been Juliet, waiting languorously in my tower for my Romeo to rescue me from the Capulets. I never used to mind. In fact, I've enjoyed waiting in my tower, it's what I do. I'm not the kind of person that throws their heart on every table that comes their way, but rather the kind that imprisons it inside my iron chest. Maybe I'm just picky, or maybe I'm just waiting. Like I said, it's what I do. I never thought that someone other than Romeo would get in the way. But He came that stifling summer and I wouldn't change Him for the world. He may not be Romeo, but He rescued me from my lofty and prideful expectations of life and that's all that matters.

I met Him up at Hume Lake Christian Camps for the first time in a long time. Out of all of the pathetically gorgeous male specimens swimming shirtless in the lake, He was kind of hard to notice at first. But one clear night, through the arms of another, He revealed his amazing personality to my humble and naïve human mind, and I knew, from that moment on that the standard was set. He's quiet, and hard to listen to because of it. He's random and makes me laugh. He's the smartest person I know and is constantly dazzling me with his insight. He sees beauty in everything, from penguins to pines. He sees the beauty in me without being creepy. He doesn't want anything else from me except my love, but he's willing to keep on loving me if I stop. He gives the greatest gifts, not to mention hugs. He knows the heart and mind of a woman almost too well. I'm almost positive, through scientific experiment, that he has not an evil bone in his body.

I'm falling. Falling head over heels in love with him, and I don't even know his real name. He says his name is many things, in many different languages the world over. I shall only know Him as my Everlasting Friend, Father, Lover, Confider, Provider, my Comforter, and my Rescuer. I can proudly say that I will never return to the frigid House of Capulet again.