..and then

i slammed the door..

.......

and with a sigh i said,

"I'm free...."

then i jumped and reached for the ceiling and screamed, "IM FREE!"

.....

you were then dead to me. no, not dead. non-existent. or, yes, maybe dead.

....

dead for the 100th time...

...

and in no less than half a day, you make make yourself alive again

...

and make things more complicted

...

just die. ill visit your grave. no worries.

...

No. You don't love me.

You love the idea of me and you together,

but not me.

That's two different things!