If you leave me, I'll die...

We've felt it, thought it, known it.

When they take their love away, take away that dazzling reflection of ourselves that we see in their eyes, we will, quite certainly, just die.

When we are torn away from the Holy Us to be once again mere mortal Me, as we fall from heaven, we will die.

When our life's great love becomes yet another hand that brushed ours in a crowd, and our sacred private peace is now there for anyone to take, what else can we do but die?

But somehow we don't, any more than we would die from being locked in a cold, dark, silent room. We don't die.

But sometimes, for a while, we just stop living.