aegri somnia (fate)
This is what the hopeful Pygmalion must have felt, as he first laid eyes on Galatea.
Christine in plain in comparison to other women in the Opéra: her face has still traces of her tell-tale childhood; her hands are downright coarse from alll the daily work she does; and her gentle but graceful shape is still a bit shy; bit clumsy.
But there, in her eyes, there is a certain light -the same light which her voice consists of- and as she looks at him with this infinite blaze, Christine Daae becomes way too bright for his eyes; becomes blinding, maddening and unreachable.
Only Pygmalion might have known what he feels as she sings next to him, her petite form twisting his initially innocent train of thoughts.
Loving her is like wanting to fall apart: piece by piece, day by day; slowly but surely.
