Dear Diary,
Another day has come and gone; just as the sun continues to rise every morning, my love for my dear Hamlet grows. I feel as though each day we only grow closer together, and our love for each other only grows deeper. He will one day be king, and I will one day be his queen.  No matter what my father says, I will one day stand at his side, wear the crown and we will rule Denmark together. Some may think that my love is only due to the understanding that he will one day be king, but this is a lie! I have always found his smile charming, which pulls me in any time I need reassurance.  His eyes, a beautiful blue color, reflect the water and the sky; whenever I look at them, I am instantly calmed. I have always loved how he walks with a purpose and his head held high. He has always given me a sense of importance when I am with him, and he has always found solace in knowing that I am the normalcy in the ever-changing life of a royal. We fit together like puzzle pieces. Even though we come from completely different worlds, we blend together and compliment each other perfectly. I love the feeling of his hands brushing through my hair when we lay in the wide grassy field outside the castle. I love the sound of his soothing voice as he speaks of the problems being caused by his ever destructive family. I sometimes feel as though I am never good enough for him, but he always returns to me. We will marry one day, and we will be together forever. Soon, I will not have to worry about him leaving me; he can simply stay by my side and I at his.  
My father and brother have never understood our love, and they refuse to accept it. They always try and tell me that we will never be together because of our different ranks. I sometimes buy into my father’s belief that my beloved would choose Denmark over me, but he always proves me wrong. I try so hard to explain that our love is unbreakable, and Hamlet would never leave me, but they just don’t understand that he truly loves me. They keep trying to separate us! They will just have to accept that he will always love me and will always stand by my side forever, even if we are from two separate worlds. My brother and father have both come to me with their sides of the story claiming that he will betray me, take the throne and leave me behind. I, however, know Hamlet better than that, and he will undeniably stand by me. 
However, tragedy has struck my poor Hamlet. King Hamlet of Denmark, has passed. My sweet Hamlet is heartbroken over the death of his father, and his condescending uncle is trying to marry his mother only several days after the funeral! Hamlet is heartbroken and has no idea how to deal with his feelings. His wicked mother, Gertrude, has no regrets about her quick marriage and shows no sympathy for her aching son. I am also mourning the loss of the king, and I am having such a hard time staying strong for Hamlet, even though he needs me now more than ever. I must be here for him in his time of need; however, my father has made me promise to cut off all ties with my beloved for the entire summer. I respect that he will need his space, and I am willing to give it to him. I will always remain true to my love knowing that he will come back to me in the end. I will pour my heart out into the pages of this book, since I will have no connection to my love all summer. May the Lord give me the strength to hold on until the end of summer when I will be reunited with my beloved. We will meet again, and together we will fix his broken heart. One day, we will rule together, and our love will forever remain true.