"Unnie, what kind of love do you want to experience?"

Do I even still have a chance at love? Chances don't come and go everyday. And now, I'm back to where I was. Back to square one. No where.

I only shrugged it off.

"What about you? What kind of love do you hope to experience?" I felt bad asking it, but it was the only thing I could think of at the moment to take the subject away from myself. I regretted it.

But surprisingly, she responded with her ever bright smile.

"I was waiting for you to ask that! Me...I want...a love like Romeo and Juliet. Ommo, so romantic! My Romeo~" She clasped her pale, skinny hands together as if not worried they would break, when it gave me such fright.

"But why...what's so great about Romeo and Juliet? They're young and stupid, reckless. And they even died together for ridiculous reason."

"That's the reason! Someone who would be with me and accompany me even when I die...wouldn't that be perfectly romantic?"

"But...they don't even seem like they know love."

"Does it matter?"

For, thy Juliet hath pledge her shining eyes for a foolish lover

Oh Romeo, oh Romeo, wilt thee come and with thy Mistress,

be sprinkled with flowers,

Under the same cover?