Love is about choices...

When fate comes into play, choice sometimes goes out the window. Maybe Romeo and Juliet were fated to be together, but just for a while, and then, their time passed.
But what if they known that beforehand, maybe it all would have been okay, just maybe they don't make the stupid mistakes they make.

It's funny 'cause it's sad, but maybe that kind of romance it's not for me, I'd take fate into my own hands. I wouldn't let someone drag me down, I have yet to meet a man I couldn't live without. And you may think that I'd be lucky if I ever had that kind of passion for someone, and if I did, happily ever after. Not for me.

Even now, I believe that for the most part, love is about choices. It's about putting down the poison and the dagger and making your own happy ending... And sometimes, despite all your best intentions, fate wins anyway. That's life.

For an extra credit, As fate would have it, If you ask me, I think Juliet was an idiot. She falls for the one guy she knows she can't have... Everyone thinks it's so romantic: Romeo and Juliet, true love... how sad.

But if Juliet was stupid enough to fall for the enemy, drink a bottle of poison, and go to sleep in a mausoleum, then... she deserved everything she got.