I want it so no one else can have it. In the not having, it remains absolutely perfect, in my imagination it would fulfil all my needs, I would never need anyone again. I want it so that in the luxury of having it, I can ruin its perfection and then reject it when I am sure it means nothing. I want to succeed where all the other women failed, and it is not so much to win him as it is to defeat everyone else.
