All the fires of hell could burn for a thousand years and it wouldn't equal what I feel for you in
one minute of the day. I love you so much there is no pleasure in it. Nothing but torment. Because if I could dilute
what I feel for you to the millionth part, it would still be enough to kill you. And even if it drives me mad, I would
rather see you live in the arms of that cold, soulless bastard than die in mine.
