I know one thing: you want me, and I know you love me, as I love you, but I don’t think you ever craved me in your gut. You want something from me, but you don’t know what it is. Perhaps all I am is an idea with a body. There was always something missing. Your hell—and it’s mine too—is that even when you’re with Manfred, you’ll want to be with me again. You and I don’t love the way others do—we run on empty.”
