I haven't disappeared yet?
How is that possible?
What is this sensation?
It has clouded my depression and sadness.
It's like a fire, burning in my frozen heart.
Another me is thinking other thoughts.
Ones that are mischievous and selfish.
I think… I will listen to my other self.
It says, "If you hurt her, or make her hurt him, he'll know that he's not for anymore but you."
What if I listen to this other me?
He would be sad, but he won't be with her anymore.
He will come running into my arms.
And I will hug him gently, call him my little tomato.
He'll cry his eyes out, but I'll be with him, and help him back on his feet.
Yes, this is a good idea, I just know it.