You know I do.
Let’s not argue.
love is in the details….
Oh, Raoul, so it is you!
I remember her…
No, what I love best, Lotte said, is when I’m asleep in my bed,
And the Angel of Music plays songs in my head.
Christine, I love you.
Let me be your freedom.
This is the choice.
How young and innocent we were.
Can it be? Can it be Christine?
Raoul and Christine being adorable during Masquerade