Tell me Marius, is she beautiful? Does she shower your cold winter nights with warmth and sunlight? Then she has already done a better job than I ever will. So don't you fret, Monsieur Marius, I don't feel any pain. Though you do not love me, you still hold me and comfort me, and that is enough. Would you care to know my Marius, the long hours I spent sitting on my window sill, talking to the stars and the moon, all with the hopes that you will hear me. How many tears I had spilled. How I longed for you to notice me. I dreamt of you. We were in a field under a cloudy night sky. We were running, from what I do not know. Suddenly we were in a palace of the purest gold, and light shone about us. I asked you what it could be and you answered that it must be heaven.
You took me into your arms and promised that we would never leave heaven for anything. You let go, and you were gone. I woke to find tears on my face. There is nothing harder than watching the one you love fall in love with another. I die on the inside every time I see the light in your eyes, knowing that it was not me who had caused them to glow.
Marius, do you know of my childhood I have been showered with insults and curses. I never fully discovered what love was until I stumbled across you. The friendship I have spent years building is null in one glance. Lord knows I only wish the best for you, but it is so painful to watch you walk away. I know you holding me now is fake.
I thought we were fates design, that I had a chance; but I have always been foolish. I thought you loved me, until she came along; the beautiful blonde with the clear sky blue eyes that took your breath away. You never met her, but it was meant to be, didn't you think. But I understand why it was her and not me. She is a beautiful woman in the finest attire while I sit here in rags. Her sweet innocenceis of something I never knew. There is no rival