I don't know what has happened here. I had a dream you were leaving. And then you woke me up climbing into bed. I need to make sense of this, but at best I can avoid it. I can forget it. I won't forget you. I try to move on, but baby steps are all I seem cabable of. It's not fair to him, but you don't seem to mind. I do. Why do you have to make us make so much sense when we've never made sense before? We've never worked before. Why do you give me that now? I love you everything about you and I hate you for that, so much. I just wish I were someone else. In another life. All that remains constant is the static. But it's a long story, and we don't know each other.