Juliet stands upon her balcony, crying into the night. The wind whips her nightgown around her legs, and she lets out a sigh.
“O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo?”
Romeo lies hidden, pondering what to do as Juliet finishes her soliloquy, and high school students all around the world wonder why he does not immediately come running.
Obviously, she is calling for him. She wants him. She needs him. She wonders where he could be. Right?
Wrong.