I hurt your feelings before. But then, I dont think you were lacking in self-confidence. You must know that youre beautiful. Your hair is so golden and you have the bearing of a young Venus. Kristen, it isnt you. Its me. I havent got any emotion left. I havent got what you need, what you want. Damn it, dont you understand? I want you. Im made out of flesh and blood and whatever else it is that God puts into men. I want you. Now. Hell, I could have wanted you right after I ripped another man away from you. Im no better than he is, not really. Dont you understand?