Open the door, please.

Before you say another word, I want to ask if we both exist.
It's not an existentialism question.
It's a couple question.

Are we one?

And before you answer, I need you to think.
Think how we got here.
Do we exist?

Say yes.
Yes.
We are one.

Open your door, so I can enter to your mind and stay there.

Don't tell me you love him.
Don't tell me that you are in love with someone else, and you like holding hands.
I never thought that your words could affect me so deeply.

I'm feeling anxious again.
Automatic mistake.
Why do I keep doing that?
I just do not understand.