"i'm a little bit crazy," i tell you, reciting the fine print from the pill bottle. "most people leave." i hope you will not leave. you shake your head and reassure me that you will stay as long as i let you. that my current is not too strong that my fog is just passing weather and that you are not afraid of any of it. and i am mostly glad, to hear that at least for now, the weight is not too much to hold. but i am scared. my darkness may be cute for a moment until it turns rotten and annoying and i fear you will grow sick of me. "it's okay if you leave." i hope you will not leave. "i would understand."