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Do you think?

Yes. Without it there can be no love.

I think you're quite probably right. Then the key is to avoid obsession.

You do not seek love?

I've been in love half my life. Since I was nine years old. I think I know my ex-boyfriend better than I know myself. I think I need to not be in love.

Oh, but love is such a wonderful and terrible thing. It is turmoil and comfort all at once. Why would anyone forfeit that?

Can you love someone else completely if you don't know or understand yourself? How do you give yourself wholeheartedly to someone if you aren't complete?

Then you leave it to them to complete you.

I think that's where I failed. I am not a 'feel' first 'think' later person. I'm more of a think first, think second and last person. I suppose that when it came time for that metaphorical leap of faith I didn't make it.

You leaped. That is more than many have achieved. You should have more faith, in yourself and in love.

I agree. It should be a fantastic obession.

Passionate, uncontrollable, frenzied love cannot be anything otherwise.

To live and be willing to die for another, kind of obession.

Exactly, Monsieur. *smile*

Everything you do should be an obsession.

*nod* Yes. What is life if you are not obsessed with it?

A sad shadow.

Very much so.

What else is there but obsession, after all?

Lust?

An imitation of passion.

I wouldn't go shouting that.

Why is that, Madame?

Because my aunt, she is lust.

Forgive me, I *frown* do not understand what it is you mean, Madame.

My family, they are the seven deadly sins. I'm more than Hope by name.

Oh, I see, Madame. That is certainly ... an interesting trait.

Trait?

Being Hope.

I agree *small smile*

A personal question, perhaps, but have you ever experienced such a love, Monsieur?

I have, yes. Since I was 14 years old. Luckily my feelings were returned.

*nod* You are fortunate indeed.

*nods, though there's something in his eyes which tells that there's more*

Things change though, even if neither are the cause.

*frown* You have lost someone.

Yes and no. She lost me, and now she's found another.

I died... I was dead for a long, long time.

She's done something, made herself forget everything that I was to her to help her cope. It's complicated.

It always is. *bitterly* They all forget in the end.

She did it on purpose, Sir.

If I was in the same situation I fear I would have done the same.

As would most of us if we could.

We have been as much a part of each other as ourselves since we were 14 and 13 respectively. She is everything to me just as I am to her, even now, even though she cannot remember that I am anything more than her cousin.

She was my wife, Sir.

Then perhaps it is in opportunity to fall in love again? Second chances are obscure things.

One can erase the memories but can we truly numb our hearts?

*small, almost bitter smile* She marries him, next month.

I am meant to walk her down the aisle. I do believe it'll kill me.

She is pregnant with his child. But the way she looks at me...like somethings missing and she finds it in me. Things she says that she did before, when she knew.

There is always hope if you are willing to fight for it.

She is everything to me.

But how can I ruin the life she has now? What gives me that right?

Will you be ruining it? How do you know she will not thank you in the end? And what of your life, Monsieur?

*headshake* I am perhaps not the most ideal person to be asking.

I don't know. I really don't.

Evan Rosier. *holds out his hand*

*hesitates a moment* A pleasure, Monsieur Rosier. *takes his hand lightly* I am the Opera Ghost. *bows head*

Love is not Obsession. It's Dedication.

Dedication sounds like a chore. True love needs no such thing.