I want you.
Good God! Don't you understand?
My love for you isn't just a boy's infatuation that you can dismiss with a word.

It's all of me.

I worship you! Haven't I been with you day after day, worked with you, followed your every mood--shared your very soul with you?
You're mine! Mine, because I understand you.

You've shown me all you thought, all you felt.
You couldn't have done that if I hadn't meant something to you." "Certainly you meant something to me.

You meant an almost perfect accompanist.