[narrating] There used to be times when I'd be so jealous with Pauline. I wouldn't accept her letters or answer her calls. She couldn't understand that. Why should she? She's never known a jealous moment in her life. You see, being her lover today would never mean you will be her lover tomorrow. It's as if she didn't have a memory. Only the one in her arms was the one she desired. And because of this, our love was impossible. I wanted to own her, and she couldn't be owned.