Marius and Cosette

1. Marius first fell in love with Cosette when in a period of six month Cosette was no longer homely, but beautiful and well dressed. This was the first time that there eyes met in the park when he was walking by and his eyes caught her eyes, it was a magical moment they both felt something that they had never felt before, something they didn't even know about, like love at first sight.
"Jack Foley: Its like seeing someone for the first time, and you look at each other for a few seconds, and theres this kind of recognition like you both know something. Next moment the persons gone, and its too late to do anything about it." (Steven Soderbergh, Out of Sight)

2. After this encounter Marius goes every day to the park of Luxemburg to look at Cosette but not dare to go any further and speak to her. Cosette now awaits anxiously to go to the park and dresses very nice so that Marius can see her, she attempts to start something when she decides to pass by him again. When Jean Valjean, stops taking Cosette to the park due to Marius stalking, Marius and Cosette enter in a state of depression.
" Cool, I spent my time just thinkin', thinkin', thinkin' 'bout you, Every single day, yes I'm really missin' missin' you, And all those things we used to, used to, used to do, Hey girl, what's up? It used to, used to be just me and you. Can you meet me halfway, right at the boarderline? That's where I'm gonna wait for you, I'll be lookin' out night and day, Took my heart to the limit, and this is where I stay. Ooh, Ooh, I can't go any further then this, Ooh, Ooh, I want you so bad it's my only wish." (Black Eyed Peas, Can You Meet Me Half Way)

3. At last, Marius fiinds Cosette once again, this time he leaves a card in her chair freaking her out at the moment but then fufilling her wishes. The next day he appears in her house and they introduce themselves and profess their love to each other, this is when they find out they where meant for each other.
"They barely emerge from the shadow.
Their murmurs raise gentle signsat the foot of the foundation.
Their white tennis shoes gleam.
Far from those stones,
returned to one another,they forget in their lipsthe scream of the massacres,chests opened by dint of obsidian or bayonet —

Indifferent to the shadow that covers them,the young lovers murmur or stay silent,
while the night grows over the ruins,
bolts down the plinths of the temples,the inscriptions.
And over there, the urnwith two skeletons embracingin their dusty deathbed,beneath the crystal where the flowers of an offering are drying."
(Elsa Cross, The Lovers of Tlatelolco)