A sympathetic death is the smallest thing I can do for love. I reave the parts of myself that could allow such negativity to occur, and allow myself to fall to my nature. In doing so, the process begins to point out the guiding principles of my life, and I learn where I can change myself for my love. I see no need to worry over what my love does in the hollows I have opened, because she spoke her words with a strength, and love all her own.

I know my dreams sound strange,  but the truth is I can only see as far as I can understand. I see my dreams are many fold, and only she has gotten it right.