I am death and when I love you, it’s forever. And why shouldn’t you love me back? I know that sometimes you fantasize about me, lay in bed at night wondering how and when I will come and what I will look like when I do. Am I a knight in shining armor? A fiery dog of hell? Do I look like a vampire? A skeleton, a ghost? You imagine me taking you into my arms, embracing you, comforting you, “There, there,” I say, kissing away your tears, “I’ll make those awful things go away. Life won’t be a burden to you anymore, I promise.