How sad and bad and mad it was - / But then, how it was sweet!

It was roses, roses, all the way, / With myrtle mixed in my path like mad.

If I let myself love you, I won't throw myself in front of her. I'll throw myself in front of you.

Love: one word a million emotions

"I'm not even going to get mad anymore. I'm just going to learn to expect the lowest out of the people I thought the highest of.”

And do you know Monsieur Marius? I believe I was a little in love with you.