You stole my heart, you jerk.
You're not allowed to do that. It's MY heart. You can't take something of MINE. Everything belongs to me. I want it for myself. If it's mine, then no one can take it away from me. If it's money instead of love, it won't hurt when it's gone. Money doesn't die. Money doesn't run away or cheat or lie about being married.
Then again, neither does love, but I suppose I'm mixing up the terms. Love and lover are two very different things. I have yet to have them together.
So now what do I do with you? Certainly you're not a lover, and you know what? I don't think I want you to be. 17, for one thing. 17! I've dated men old enough to be your FATHER. Not that it'd stop me if... if I wanted it. But I don't, and it doesn't seem like you do. I won't pretend I know how men think, or that I DON'T know how men think. You haven't done anything yet, though.
For now, you're... a friend. I like that. I've never had a friend, and I've never had love. Might as well put them together. I'll love you forever, and I'll always be your friend. I don't care if it's not usual, I'm saying it that way, and dammit, Jounouchi, I hope you know what a leap this is for me.