It's all a game, my dearest love. I tantalize people, I abuse them, and yet they play along. You want to kill yourself, but you won't. Because you don't want to. You don't truly want to die. Because there's more for you to see. There are things you love. You may come to the point of death, barrel to the head, halfway pulling the trigger, but you won't let the bullet fly through your head. Because you want to live. You have things to live for, my love. That is why I love you.