What is love? I thought I knew, I thought I understood, I thought I owned. . . . . But why, at that moment, everything I knew, understood, and possessed was empty, empty, and non-existent.
He said, you are mine, what I have been waiting for for many years, what I can have, you can only be mine, and you must be mine.
He said, whatever your decision is I will be behind you.
He said that from now on you will not be alone.
He said,. . . . .
Very good, very good, pretty good. What's mine is mine, and what's not mine doesn't matter to me.