Maybe you should've been nicer to your mechanic. Well, perhaps Cylon love is not the same as human love, perhaps it's designed to hurt a little less.

I loved a woman. Beautiful, beautiful woman. But so serious. This frowning face, trapped in the middle of a daisy. She had a way of walking, processional. As if she were o­n her way to her own execution. We had ten years. Then it fell apart under its own weight.

I thought if I could get over her, I could get over anything. I could endure. Conquer. Be a man, stand up to any and all kinds of punishment. I clung to an empty, spinning bed for months. And that... that was when I finally realized how much I loved her. If I needed all that strength, what was the point? I needed to be with her.