Romeo and Juliet existed. They lived out their days, became much older than they were supposed to have been in the text of that name; they had no idea that the other walked somewhere else on earth. Most their lives, they were ordinary people. What do I mean then, if I don't mean those two teenagers of Verona, Italy? It would be I speak of true love. Not that the incarnate Romeo ever said, "But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks?", nor that the incarnate Juliet ever said, "That which we call a rose by any other name...". One day Romeo awoke: he realized, "I'm Romeo." One day Juliet awoke: she realized, "I'm Juliet." And somehow, each knew the other was alive. The end and the beginning, it was. True love. Of course, it took the end of the world to bring them together.