To my dearest Eponine,

who loved enough to lose, and lost all for that one moment of love.

Eponine stole my heart the moment I watched Les Miserables.  It's an often quoted line, that she was "a rose in misery".  She loved marius even though the feeling was not mutual, hoping that one day he'd love her.  She even helped him get to cosette, whom he really loved.  This may seem an utterly stupid thing to do, but I'll love her more for it - for the selflessness she displayed, and for her undying hope.

She died on the barricades, saving the one she loved.  For that short brief moment, he held her in his arms, and she died content with the little she had.

And now I'm all alone again
Nowhere to turn, no one to go to
Without a home, without a friend
Without a face to say hello to
And now the night is near, and I can make
Believe he's here.
Sometimes I walk alone at night when everybody else is sleeping.
I think of him and then I'm happy with the company I'm keeping
The city goes to bed
And I can live inside my head.
On my own
Pretending he's beside me.
All alone I walk with him till morning
Without him
I feel his arms around me
And when I lose my way I close my eyes
And he has found me.
In the rain the pavement shines like silver
All the lights are misty in the river
In the darkness the trees are full of starlight
And all I see is him and me for ever and forever.
And I know it's only in my mind
That I'm talking to myself and not to him
And although I know that he is blind
Still I say there's a way for us.
I love him
But when the night is over
He is gone, the river's just a river
Without him the world around me changes
The trees are bare and everywhere the streets are full of strangers.
I love him
But everyday I'm learning
All my life I've only been pretending
Without me his world will go on turning
A world that's full of happiness that I have
Never known.
I love him, I love him.
I love him, but only on my own.

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