“Marius and Cosette were in the dark in regard to each other. They did not speak, they did not bow, they were not acquainted; they saw each other; and, like the stars in the sky separated by millions of leagues, they lived by gazing upon each other.” Book 3, The House in the Rue Plumet, Book 1 Chapter VI
The others make fun, and I understand. They’re shocked to see me like this. But she changed me. She changed my world. With one look at her face, my feet left the ground, as I fumbled through the clouds, trying desperately to find her among angels.
Enjolras does not hide his disappointment. He says we all must decide what’s most important to us, that there’s a higher calling than romantic love. But he hasn’t felt what she’s stirred within me. And I am now torn between love of country and love of a woman. She’s all I see, all I hear, all I dream of — whether I’m awake or asleep. I close my eyes, and hers are there.
When I should be plotting gunfire, I dream of setting her heart ablaze with a kiss. When I should be rallied by rebellion, I sink into a reverie, marveling in her radiance.
I will find her again. I must. No revolution is worth the fight unless I can share my world with her.