Sometimes, I wonder what would happen if I got into a horrendous car accident. You’d find me in a hospital bed, frail and porcelain-like on the outside, but with a broken mess of cables and wires inside my fragile head. I wonder if you’d still love me with all the parts that make me who I am frayed; I wonder if you’d love me for what you see- golden hair, cerulean eyes, lips that dance for only you. Or, I wonder if you’d let go- just like that- knowing that the person you love is gone. I wonder if you’d love me for what you see, or stop as soon as you know (all lives are ephemeral). I wonder which would be worse.