You're hopelessly, madly in love with Me. Truthfully, I don't blame you. If I were you, I'd love Me too. I give you this innate sense of purpose and satisfaction. I'm devastatingly beautiful. I understand you better than anyone else. You've been pining with unrequited love. Despite knowing that, your desire to please Me only continues to grow. I'm everything you want in a woman, yet everything you will never have. Admittedly. . . having Me in your life even in this erotically painful capacity is better than not at all. You could never give this up. You're My little lovesick pet for life.