If only you knew the raging headache all of these feelings produced, you would probably feel just the same and continue on the path you're on. And I suppose I should be used to it. I suppose that one lobotomy is just as good as the next.
My love for Hannibal Lecter is the same love a hunter has for its quarry. I would cease to be if he did. And in childlike parlance, we never went all the way.