I had never really understood Romeo and Juliet before. In fact I had kind of despised them. I mean what would possess someone to turn their backs on their family, to love their enemy, or to kill themselves because the one they loved had died? Now though? Now I could sympathize, no empathize with them. For I too stand at a crossroads. It is not a choice between the right path and the wrong for both paths would end in grief, because I had a secret, a big secret, a secret so immense that the fate of the world may lie in whether or not I expose that secret. Yet if I do I'll betray the one I love. So which path do I take, save the world or protect the one I love. As I lay there cradled in his arms I see one path fading away and I realize that I never really had a choice.
"My only love sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
That I must love a loathed enemy."
(Romeo & Juliet)