I gave you absolute freedom--often when I craved for you.

I made no demands.

I assented to your philosophic analysis of the situation--it is your way to moralise whimsically on everything, as if you were a disconnected intelligence outside the universe--and I paid no attention to it.

I used to laugh at you--oh, not unkindly, but lovingly, happily, victoriously.

Oh, yes, I was a fool--what woman in love isn't?
I thought I gave you all you needed.