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Thursday, December 23, 2004

Love of the Phantom

He told her to leave the man she loved. He threatened to take the man's life unless she chose to stay with him forever.

"Come with me and you save his life. Leave and he dies."

She was torn between her mentor and the man she loved. Both loved her. The only difference was that she was a captive with one and a free person with the other.

She was in tears. She didn't know what to do. She walked towards him, her heart breaking as the knowledge of having to leave Raoul sank in.

Just as I thought that the Phantom would whisk Christine away forever, he told her to leave with Raoul. And never come back. "Go. And don't let them find you. Leave now..."

He broke down in tears - the only person he loved was leaving him forever.

Then she came, standing in the doorway, with the ring he had given her. It was on her hand. Will she decide to stay with him? Has she accepted his love? Will she forsake the man she loves and be with the man who loves and needs her?

The glimmer of hope disappeared as Christine took the ring and placed it into his palm. She chose to be free. She chose to leave the Angel of Music.

"The Phantom of the Opera" is a beautiful love story. The love the phantom had for Christine was so strong he would kill for her. To many that is beyond love. It's become obsession. Of course, in real life that would be really freaky. And not to mention illegal.

But that's the magic of movies and musicals, ain't it? They make things like these seem so enchanting.

If only life was half as romantic as what we see in the movies....

Oh just ignore me.

Watching shows like these is just like buying a pair of rose-tinted glasses. My perspective of life gets "stained" for a while suchthat I see things in a different light. I wonder if that is a good thing or a bad thing.



[Time of Confession] 10:02 PM
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