It feels like there's another person under my skin, a combination of you and me, that's trying to come through, who's trying to be real again.  I feel haunted by the ghost of us. I can't believe that you feel the same otherwise you would be here with me.  You are so much a part of me that I feel like I am dying. But I cannot go back, and I have to go forward.  Even if I have to scrape every memory of you from my mind, I am going to do it.