Oh my poor, poor love Hamlet. Of all the thing he has been through the past month; the death of his father, the marriage of his uncle to his mother, and now! He can’t return to his studies in Wittenberg. He’s stuck facing all of this. At least he has me to cheer him up. I’d never tell him this but secretly I’m happy he’s staying! Now we can spend more time together and maybe he’ll pluck up the courage to ask me to wed. All we need is each other’s love. What does Laertes know? Going on about “the perfume and suppliance of a minute” (1.3.9). That hypocrite. He doesn’t know the true love we share. He will never know true love if he keeps living like he does. My brother always thinks he knows what’s best but Hamlet is more than just a fling. What we have is real. Which is why it’s my job to stop this melancholic behavior so we can be happy again. Even with his rough exterior I know there is a soft gentleman inside. I would do anything for Hamlet and I know he feels the same way. Our love is a bond growing stronger each day!
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