Glinda the Good felt happy, content, and steady. After all she had a top position in the government and the love of her life- during the day. At night things made less sense. She often sat up at night thinking and wondering.

How can I think I'm standing strong,
Yet feel the air beneath my feet?

She loved Fiyero, yet felt guilty about loving him. He belonged to another. She belonged to another. And yet they belonged together. During the day, when her life was perfect, she felt so guilty. Had she made another choice she would have been colder, dirtier, and more at peace. At night when she cried her tears were bittersweet for they brought her closer to her other love.


How can happiness feel so wrong?
How can misery feel so sweet?

Fiyero stirred next to her.


How can you let me watch you sleep,
Then break my dreams the way you do?

The way he looked at her-as though he saw a darker, greener beauty and the way he touched her, she knew he saw another, but he also saw her.


How can I have got in so deep?
Why did I fall in love with you?

Why did anyone fall in love, really? More to the point how in Oz could two people fall I love with each other and a third person? She wished she wasn't in love. Her life would be simpler, and she would get more sleep. Yet she would miss these bittersweet moments while O z slept…


This is the closest thing to crazy I have ever been
Feeling twenty-two, acting seventeen,
This is the nearest thing to crazy I have ever known,
I was never crazy on my own…
And now I know that there's a link between the two,
Being close to craziness and being close to you.


Fiyero murmured something that sounded like 'Elphaba' in his sleep. He was so perfect for her. The Yang to her Yin. But she, Glinda, was with him now and Elphaba was somewhere far away. And Glinda loved them both.


How can you make me fall apart

Fiyero told her that he loved her with his whole heart. He lied, she could see it in his eyes and that broke her heart. She knew he loved her, but not with his whole heart certainly.


Then break my fall with loving lies?
It's so easy to break a heart;

She didn't now how she could want two loves and resent them for loving each other.

It's so easy to close your eyes

Whenever the subject of Elphaba came up between her and Fiyero he acted as though Glinda were an impertinent child questioning about the whereabouts of a relative on an extended vacation. Maybe it was his way of dealing with his feelings. She tried to get mad at him and show her feelings, but she was too weak. She was to afraid that if she got mad he would leave her and she was too insecure, she loved him too much, to face rejection.


How can you treat me like a child
Yet like a child I yearn for you?

Oh, Fiyero


How can anyone feel so wild?

Oh, Elphie


How can anyone feel so blue?

This is the closest thing to crazy I have ever been
Feeling twenty-two, acting seventeen,
This is the nearest thing to crazy I have ever known,
I was never crazy on my own…
And now I know that there's a link between the two,
Being close to craziness and being close to you.

...and being close to you
...and being close to you.