Argue with me.
Do you love me? No do not say goodbye. I have no desire for silence, nor do I wish for this to dissolve into quiet misunderstanding. I would rather you argue with me argue for me, argue against me only then might I glimpse the truth of what resides within your mind.
For I confess, I can scarcely make sense of my own thoughts, as though heaven and earth themselves have collided within me. Yet I would endeavor to understand if only you would let me stand beside you in the storm of it.
When you forget who you are, I shall remind you. When you falter, I shall be there. But do not mistake my devotion for ease if you love me, then fight with me. Speak, challenge, unravel me if you must.
Do you truly believe I do not love you? How could such a notion take root? I have loved you from the very moment my eyes first beheld you. You are, and have always been, everything to me.
And I without you am nothing at all.
I love you.