How can you measure your love to Me? Is that how much dopamine your brain produces while you pierce Me with your eyes? Or it’s all your paychecks I received from you, letting you indulge in your Ileana addiction? The way your brain is bent to please, obey and obsess over Me is very obvious. Just like a lovesick puppy, you stare at your screen, while your mouth watering. You can’t help yourself, but go blank every time you catch a glimpse of Me. That’s what love now means for you - being fucked to the point of no return.